Corps sans Orgues et Amour (English)

Deleuze et Guattari
She had a pregnant pause that only literature could confess.

Georges Bataille, Literature and Evil



At the beginning of every Catholic Mass there is always a time of reflection about “evil”. How many of us have a clear vision of our own minds in those few minutes? The human mind is multi-layered and multifaceted. It is not easy. The Catholic Church is not a building. The agape of Jesus is the heart, and the believer is the “body”. That is why, before the Mass, the body needs to ask its heart. Its heart is yes. In self-knowledge and cognition, it “thinks” what is not thought through difference and repetition. Like the ‘introspection’ which began psychology, it kneels religiously and returns to the primitive. In 2018, I changed the word attempted suicide to “accidental” If a person who has lost the option to live comes back to life, they don’t immediately have the conditions to live. This fact also leads to the proximity of the extort, so that the additional silence is imposed on me below the surface.

 In 2019, my kitten Adam was born. His existence was a ramous light which came to me after a long time of loss only to live. He lives in innocence with his blue eyes full of light. Touching the mystery of life was a distance from death; Beginning to live in the present gave me a bud. I did not know when this Angel was planned to be born, nor did I know, as a matter of course, that this little soul was planned to be born in the past. I couldn’t wait for this happiness to come at the time. Like the sentence in Osamu Dazai’s work about “the schoolgirl“:Waiting, waiting, waiting for happiness, until at last, unable to hold back, he runs away from home.

“I can’t write any more“ 

I could not find the cause of the words that looked like Dazai or why such words were used, nor did I know how influential they were. Just as the Bible is a language of creation, so literature needs a creative, poetic language, not a plain one.  I had lost “my language” and was too tired to write even a simple sentence. It was not enough to sleep for a night or two. Then, at the end of 2020, I met someone with a beautiful voice. He had such a beautiful voice that I wanted him to read me something to try. So, from a review of Osamu Dazai, which I had been working on before my accident in 2018, I suggested that he try reading Dazai. The famous line, “ Mine has been a life of much shame “, is where we begin.

There was no visual information in the recorded reading. But his voice, beyond my hearing and the small verbal information I had, would create synesthesia. His voice was not merely a fashionable voice, it had subtleties, it had impermanence in its depths while expressing a soft personality. The story of choosing the apostles of Jesus is well known, but it seems that he did not need a man who perfectly embodied the teachings of God. Then I thought of the concept of «Corps sans organes» by Deleuze and Guattari.

First and foremost, I just wanted his voice to become a part of me. My writing world had become a machine-reader world. Vocaloids resemble the human voice, but they don’t breathe. If a human puts out a cover, respiration comes in. In the same way, his voice makes the text come alive. René Descartes’ “I think, therefore I am” also begins to exist when we are conscious that our own heart beats, but that is not always the case with art.

In the real world, we do not check whether the hearts of the people we pass are beating or not. However, art has no meaning if it is not seen in that way. If we think of the way in which we perceive damage to a masterpiece, for example, we can understand the meaning of “heart”.

Because The world of painting is a mathematically based world of proportions. All abstract painting demands this. Relying on “senses” for this means that the increase in the number of sensory blocks is only a change in the degree of intensity.

It is obvious that what constitutes I need not be my organism, but I am constituted by others, and if that were the only explanation, it would be ” Otherism ” and ” Polysemy “. I exist because of him, it is not so. But it’s a misunderstanding. Le Corps san Organes is “univocity”. Going back to the history of the apostles of Jesus, they were various. God’s love means that if the sole purpose is conversion, it can be anyone at random. If the only purpose is to convert, it can be done by force. That is unity without the love of God. Jesus did not force his apostles’ hearts by violence or brainwashing. In proof of this Judas betrayed Jesus and Peter said he did not know Him. If Jesus had been brainwashed, such things would not have happened. And as anyone who understands modern religion can tell you, liking Paul does not separate you from Jesus.

Because they are a ” Univocité ” in love (agape).

 Philosophy will go about confronting religion in the next few years, but if we trace the origins of the two, they will coexist with each other, and these two beings may also be “Corps sans

 Organs”. The confining of each party to a particular role has meant a mutual decline. The perception of God’s love will always be distorted if it remains confined to the organs. The same is true of philosophy. Philosophers who have not read the Bible are, after all, subject to Deleuze’s “bêtise”. Various possibilities of combination must be sought for new junctions.

Deleuze and Guattari may also have embodied the «Corps san Organes». The two contrasts became a rhizome between linkage and separation, (a rhizome eternally identical) and succeeded in ” exist ” in a way that I can now hold in my hands. Philosophy is not a mere inorganic treatise. It gives pleasure to reason and intellect from generation to generation. It must be the same with the love of God.

The quotes I have chosen are all words of love and light. The destination of the world of writing is not to change people. It is about empowering people to think. Words empower people in all kinds of ways. Words and silence, gazing into the abyss in silence. His abyss and mine are not connected. But we will become one.

Recently, God blessed you, he told me.

“God bless you” is a phrase I hold very dear. I said it to a friend who died in absurdity, and God blessed him. I have chosen it so carefully that I have never neglected it. Now, I let him(boyfriend) read them because I sincerely wanted to give him my blessing. And even the days when I don’t want to think of anything, when I’m too tired to think of anything, even in the dark, because I haven’t planned for a long time, but I love you.

God bless you.

We are feeble but strong.
We have the poorest talent.
Just until the day we can be in the past tense.
God bless you.

器官なき身体と愛

ドゥルーズとガタリ
「彼女には文学にしか吐けない沈黙を持っていた」
ジョルジュ・バタイユ 「文学と悪」


 カトリックのミサの始まりに、必ず自分の「悪」を見つめなおす時間がある。そこで見つめなおす間、本当に自分の心を明確に捉えられている人はどれ程いるのだろうか。人の心は多層的で、多義的である。そう容易ではない。カトリックの教会というものは建物を意味していない。イエスというアガペーが心であり、信者が「身体」である。だからこそ、ミサの前に「身体」が自分の心に問う必要がある。その心はイエスである。自覚と認知の中で、差異や反復によって思考されていないものを「思考する」。心理学の始まりであった「内観」のように、宗教的に跪いて原始に返るのである。

 2018年、私はこの年の事実を伏せて「事故」と語る。2021年は思い返す頻度が極力減ったが、生きる選択肢を失った人間が生き返るとして、すぐに生きる条件が揃うことはなかった。この事実で強請る人間も出てくるので水面下で私は更なる沈黙が課せられる。

2019年は猫のアダムが来た。この子の存在は生きることだけが無駄に長くなった私にとっては差し込んだ光明だった。青い瞳に光を溜め込んで、無垢に生きる。生命の神秘に触れることは、死から遠ざかることになった。今から生きようとする始まりは、私に芽吹きを与えた。いつからこの子は生まれる計画があったのか、過去に遡っても、当然のごとく、この小さな魂が生まれる計画を知らなかった。私はこのように幸福が来ることを当時は待てなかった。女生徒の一文のように「幸福を待って、待って、とうとう、こらえきれずに家を飛び出してしまう」――「書けなくなったから」太宰にも似たその台詞は、その原因や、何故その言葉が出てきたのかは誰の影響か、蜷局を巻いていた。聖書が創作の言葉というように、文学にも平素ではなく創作、詩学的な言葉が必要となる。私は「自分の言語」を失い、平素な文章ですらも疲れて書けなかった。一晩、二晩寝ればよいというものでもなかった。そんな中に2020年の終盤に声が綺麗な人に会った。あまりにも綺麗な声だったので、試しに何か読んでほしいと思った。そこで2018年の事故前に手をつけていた「太宰治」の批評から、「太宰を読んでみて」と持ち掛けた。有名な台詞、「恥の多い生涯でした」そこから私達は始まる。

録音される朗読に視覚情報がなかった。しかし彼の声は私にとっては、聴覚と少ない言語情報以上に、共感覚が生まれようとしていた。それは色や音楽、香りさえも引き連れてくる。

彼の声には単なる流行りの声ではなく、声に機微があり、優しい人柄が表れている中で奥底に無常があった。イエスの使徒選びの話は有名だが、神の教えを完璧に体現出来ている人間は要らなかったようだ。そしてドゥルースとガタリの「器官なき身体」という概念を思い返した。まず単純に彼の声が私の一部になれば、と思った。私の文章世界は、いつしか機械朗読のみになっていた。ボーカロイドは人の声に似ているが、呼吸が無い。人間がカバーすると呼吸が入る。それと同じように彼の声で文章が生きてくる。

デカルトの「我思う故に我あり」は自分の心臓が動いていると自覚することでも存在が始まるが、芸術はそうとは言い切れなかった。現実の社会では、行き交う人の心臓が動いているかどうかを確認することはない。けれども芸術というものは、そのように目に留まらないと意味がなかった。例えば名画が破損する、それをどのように捉えるのか、それを考えれば「心臓」の意味が分かるだろう。絵画の世界は比率という数学の世界である。どんな抽象絵画にもそれは求められる。それを「感覚」だけに頼るということは感覚のブロックが増えることは強度の度合いが変化するだけのものになる。

私を構成するものは私の器官である必要がないというのは一目瞭然だが、他者によって構成される、それだけの説明だと「他者論」「多義性」となってしまう。彼によって私が存在する、そうではないのだ。器官なき身体は「一義性」だからだ。イエスの使徒の話に戻るが、イエスの使徒は多様性に富んでいた。神の愛とは、改宗のみの目的なら適当に誰でも良いのだろう。改宗のみなら力づくで強いれば良いからである。それは神の愛を無視した統一である。イエスは使徒の心に暴力的や、洗脳で強制はしなかった。その証にユダはイエスを裏切り、そしてペトロはイエスを知らないと言った。イエスが洗脳であるのなら、そのような事は起きなかった。そして現代の宗教を理解している人なら分かることだが、パウロを気に入ったからといって、イエスと切り離すことはない。

彼等は愛(アガペー)で繋がった「一義性」だからである。

哲学の今後は更に宗教と対峙しながら進んでいくが、源流を辿れば、お互いは一蓮托生のようなもので、この二つの存在もまた「器官なき身体」なのかもしれない。それぞれの部分を一定の役割に閉じ込める、それはお互い衰退を意味してきた。器官に囚われた認識のままでは、神の愛の認知は常に歪められる。哲学も同じである。聖書を読んだことがない哲学者というものは、結局のところドゥルーズの「愚鈍」が付きまとう。多様な組み合わせの可能性は、新たな接合を求めていかなければならない。

ドゥルーズとガタリも「器官なき身体」を体現したのだろう。対照的な二人は連結と分離の間にリゾーム(永遠に同一的な根茎)となって、今の私が手にとっていられるような「存在」に成功した。哲学は、単なる無機質な論文ではない。世代を超えて理性と知性に喜びを与える。それは神の愛も同じでなければならない。

 彼に読ませるものは、いつも何処か、愛と光がある言葉ばかりを選んできた。文章世界の向かう先は、人を変えることではない。人の思考に力を与えることである。言葉はありとあらゆる方法で人に力を与える。言葉と沈黙、沈黙の中で深淵を見つめる。彼と私の深淵は繋がることはない。けれども、私達は一義性になるのだ。

最近、「神の祝福を」と読んでもらった。

「神の祝福を」私がとても好きな言葉だ。不条理で亡くなった友人にも、神の祝福があったと語った。それほど私はこの言葉を慎重に選び、軽視したことがない。彼に読ませたことは、心から彼に祝福を与えたかったからだ。そして何も考えたくない日も、疲れて何も思い浮かばない暗闇の中でも、永い計画性もなく愛している。

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処女作品の「Pangaea Doll」を器官なき身体と評価された。

To the poorest talent (English)

My dear, I implore you, will not die. Blind affection, as it calls itself,If you die, your Vacancy will be at my side forever.
Osamu Dazai, The Defeat of Thought

 

 Butterflies passing through the sea lie on the surface of the sea. And the wings, weighed by the water, fly away. Even if the little existence by the side of death disappeared, the ocean would only stir. The scent of the waves swallows you up, and Garcia Marquez compares the sea of dead bodies with the scent of roses. The smell of the tide is mixed with the smell of the rose and the perfume of the dream rose becomes thicker with the dark at sunset.

It falls asleep, the sun’s reverie.

Only the sound of the wave remains, and reverberation attempts. Nobody goes looking for the body of the butterfly.

Just the right amount of desperation, Debussy’s music called La Mer.

2018 was the centenary of Debussy’s death,

In the end, consciousness didn’t move a finger.

Psychology is the study of life and death, and the mechanism of mind has been proven and tested many times. Even what is natural to the mind is still at the research stage.

The research is released and then buried, In our epoch, Christianity was strong in its total affirmation of life. Doctrines existed as doctrines, the assumption that God’s love existed unchecked, and yet my heart was dry.

As for love, as far as human love is concerned, it is deduced in psychology through scores and circumstances. However, he may still be interested in me, he may still look at me sexually, but an inner love is unimpeded as faith. It was more certain that this supreme thing was God’s love than man’s ever-changing love.

Believe or not believe, the condition exists as a good response apart from consciousness.

Should I ask for the love of God to heal me, or the love of a man to heal me?

I couldn’t believe it either.

First of all, I couldn’t form words with my consciousness any more, if not in fragments.

Keeping it hidden, I kept quiet about how I couldn’t write my work anymore. In the middle of all this, I lied, thinking of my dried-up love.

I took a pill mid-way through the meeting,Another day I had to take a pill before I got to the hotel.

I paid extra for the water,The shell of the drug resembled this butterfly which was never searched. All secrets lie in my belly, devouring me alone.

There was an earthquake of magnitude 6 in June 2018. The earth quaked and I had no idea what had happened. I thought I could die, but I didn’t call the guy I was dating back then.

Because it would hurt me if he walked out on me,I avoided it because I was scared of the result. I should have said goodbye before.

Ugliness and malice exist in human love but love also includes believing. Love between human beings falls and becomes sinful, but the love of God goes beyond human understanding.

Human beings believe in protection,Human beings choose their own selves rather than the love of others, but God does not.

Psychology, philosophy, this unholy notion that without this ugliness, there would be no vitality in life. We are raised by fate, so we mix them together and, blushing through our enthusiasm, we are still precious today.

Each time I repeat a bit of despair, a smile fills my face and Little by little, we become increasingly convinced of our limitations.

――The angels come and mock us because we are not so happy in heaven.

Only today, 3 years later, did I read part of the suicide note. I was writing as if I didn’t hate anyone, when I really did. And the writing was terrible.

I can understand that my language was broken and that I could not write any more. It seems like I’ve been in a desperate situation, but I couldn’t write, not just today, I couldn’t write long ago.

It was in October, always warm and damp, the day of the International Mass. I was afraid of something, afraid of something, and hate spread from one form to another.

My friend cleaned the bloodstain and Adam the cat came. So I thought he was an angel. I remembered Lucifer that day, but he was missing. Adam had many blessings. Adam, why I need him forever brings me back to that day.

We often see people who have been victimized by others reveal their worst days when they succeed. People say” ” I took revenge on those who discriminated against me, I overcame the fact that I was oppressed” Well, people usually connect to their worst days and So we stay away from the best.

Quiet tames the bad days, but the best days are crushed by the bad days,Tranquility tames the worst days, but the best days are crushed by the worst days.

On this day in 2021, I did not dare choose any part of the Bible. I chose those words by Osamu Dazai, who says that if you die, I will miss the empty space. I was under the impression that his love for me was a divine word. Perhaps this is what I wanted to hear,But I couldn’t hear that.

I’ve been helped by so many people that I don’t know who thanks everyday.

I don’t know where I’m going since the most unwise day.

And that voice reading gave a beautiful voice to my long-lost world. It has been a long and thoughtful journey. I want to rest beside this beautiful voice now, so that the worst days are far away. I want to write something that will use that beautiful voice. The butterfly has awoken from sleep. I promised you a trip, and I’ll go someplace with you.

Readers and writers

To the poorest talent

Japanese

Adam

2016 I called an ambulance for chest pains.

2017 I was constantly on stabilizers, anti-vertigo, and various medications.

2018 Words became choppy in my consciousness.

2021 Recovering on heart and liver medication.(Stop taking psychotropic medication and change to heart medication such as Vasolan )

It was Dazai Osamu who wrote this suicide note: “I can no longer write”

I had no awareness of the words, but I knew them.

It’s not that I couldn’t think about a story, it’s just that there was a time when my words went missing. I don’t mean whether it was a psychological problem or a side effect of the medicine,It took me a while to settle everything without it getting too heavy.

Even after my Catholic conversion, in some of the best days of my life but I got flash backs from that day.

For instance, when people succeed, they expose the worst days of their lives.

I declare that I am overcome.

In my best days, I can’t stop thinking back to my worst days. For me, in the past three years, there has not been one day that I have been able to really rejoice, except for Adam.

I want to reorganize my articles and, in a number of ways, reconstruct them.

Starting with him doing the readings.

I would like to thank everyone for their help. Thank you very much.

The poorest talent, from the gospel. ” Blessed are the poor in spirit”.

No longer human (English.ver)

And lastly, there's still a way to seek God in you. That is, there are ways of doing away with things that are limited. For if artists look for the face of the King in the soul of a tree, they will leave everything behind for the love of that face.
Nicolaus Cusanus-De quaerendo Deum 49

Foreword

 It would be easy to be misunderstood as an infantile mind when talking about Dazai Osamu’s ‘No longer human’, but as of 2021 Dazai Osamu is famous, but whether he ranks high or low alongside the great masters of the Showa period, (1926~1989)he is not even sure. What was his essence, after all, is still not settled. Seventy-six years after the war, here we are. I realized again that this is the allure of Dazai for me.

I hear Dazai’s collection sells well in the summer and it looks like it’s selling well now. There are those who say that his colloquial style lacks the intellectuality of the great writers. The fact that he wrote with such sensitivity about something so trivial may raise both religious and philosophical questions. His sensitivity is also characterized by the fact that his works are not full of metaphors and technical details, Instead, a series of words are used in everyday life.

I’ve grown up, the reason I mention Osamu Dazai again is that, as a Christian, I know and admire other authors whose ideals of love and life and death are quoted in Catholic newspapers, but even after two years of convalescence,I was unable to find a source of language as deep-rooted as theirs. I saw a lot of light and love, I decided that time was of the essence, considering my age and my illness.

When I said, “If I translate in English, I’ll address it to somebody who understands Dazai.” it was a declaration of my defeat and a sign of my resumption. However, I cannot write about Dazai Osamu in one article, So I will be writing about it in a number of articles.

“No longer human” and “Osamu Dazai”

The protagonist, Yozo, from childhood was a beautiful boy,It could not, however, be attributed to the contemplation of happiness and had doubts about it. Beyond its interior life, society considers it “fortunate”. The words are somewhat superficial and do not resonate with the protagonist. And as if the world around him were a Japanese honors student, he can’t find anyone who has the same problem as him. The protagonist wonders to the world if they “sleep well at night and are refreshed in the morning?”

Today, there are more and more jobs, and it is fashionable to do whatever we want, But at this time, working to eat was the norm.

Among them, the job of a writer may have been a divine revelation for a writer, even for a writer, but it was in the category of a hobby, an intellectual’s other love, a job he liked.

Yozo is not able to understand his neighbors, and his last seduction of human beings is the one of a clown. Even his parents don’t get itAs he grew, the smell of solitude attracted women.

Dazai Osamu was not baptized, but he was passionate about the Reading Bible. This is recorded in the diary of Tomie Yamazaki, with whom he committed suicide, and he also carried a Bible in his bag when he went to see his other mistress, Shizuko Ota, the source of “Shayō” , Dazai once asked Tomie what Bible quotations had made the greatest impression on her.

“No longer Human” is the posthumously written work of Osamu Dazai and is said to be a semi-autobiography written by Tomie while she was nursing Dazai.If you read Tomie’s journal, you will understand why women are attracted by the hero and why they follow Dazai. 

Dazai said to Tomie, “Why not risk your life in Love?” She learns that Dazai is grieved by the Japanese who change after World War II,  Tomie got married during the war because her family feared she was late, and her husband never went back to Manila in the Philippines. She ended up a widow. Back in the day, no one could comfort his loneliness.

In “Phosphorescence”, written on June 3rd, 1947, Dazai describes her love for Tomie and her invocation of her husband around a fictional flower, phosphorescence. The audience didn’t know where to go with her love of her husband who died in the war.

The Society has not forgiven Tomie, only Dazai, and he has accepted his love for her husband.

If he was a ” good husband” as they called him in those days, and protected the family,There wasn’t any help for Tomie,As far as she was concerned, only Dazai, a married man, understood.

Society won’t stand for it?

It’s not society. you’re the one who won’t stand for it-right?

No longer human

Japanese people are asked what their favorite part of this work is, the majority of them might quote this. Dazai’s words, “the society will not forgive you”, and the commonplace phrase,

“You’re the one that doesn’t forgive me.” he said, Focus on the personality.

The weakening of the ego through society resembles the ego of the woman of the time. The focus is on marriage rather than on love as a first step. Even when husbands are Killed in action, there is language for mistreating women. 

Yasunari Kawabata and many other experts criticized him. As a result, Dazai’s life is a life of affirmation. Dazai lives by the women who affirm him. For example, he lives in his stories.

Yozo in “No longer human” is one of them.

The image of the woman in Japanese literature is less of a Christian woman. Even if unintentionally, a man’s monologue touching a woman is both a Bataillean “invasion of beauty” of women and, on the contrary, something like caging a small bird and loving it. Sensuality and feminine females live together in a familiar colloquial text. His image of women has neither the mature sexiness of the wife in Junichiro Tanizaki’s “The Key”, nor the refined elegance of Satoko in Yukio Mishima’s “Sea of Fertility”.

Dazai’s work is the most sober of all the Japanese writers’ portraits of women. In contrast to the reality of their emotional deaths, they are sober.  Just the fact that their cheeks are stained with tender emotions, that they speak openly of death in the midst of a subject in which life and love are weighed in the balance, is another charm of the literature of Dazai’s later years.

It is impossible to express diversity in words. There is always a question of ethics when there is so much to interpret. Yet there is always no solution. Dazai is a clown of the society, he avoids to be confronted with the truth, but he writes with words that do not bind people. In him there is no doctrine of ” Love is what it should be “. They seem to have no core, “No longer human”.

God, I ask you, is non-resistance a sin?

Disqualified as a human being.

Now I have neither happiness nor unhappiness.

Everything passes.

Jesus would be saddened by this decision, which could be called pruning. There is a story that God is the farmer and Jesus is the vine. (John 15) Pruning does not mean cutting down the unwanted, but it means that Jesus, the trunk, is also grieved, representing the ” support oneself “. After pruning the tree, it produces sap. It is compared to the weeping of Jesus.

Now I have neither happiness nor unhappiness.

Everything passes.

One pruned branch thought this way. Maybe it’s the voice of the protagonist and the literary artist.

It is not clear whether Osamu Dazai and Tomie Yamazaki were simply drowning in the Bible and extending it to romance.

It is not clear whether Osamu Dazai and Tomie Yamazaki were simply drowning in the Bible and extending it to romance. But as we get older, we realize that somewhere along the line, we reach a point where we can’t make it. Some people never notice the end of their life, whilst others feel it sooner.

Most people seem to be aware of it when they get cancer or when they are told that they have only a few days to live, but the awareness of death is particularly prevalent in Buddhism.  If you were in a Buddhist school, the first message was that the “possibility of death begins already when you are born”

The lesson was not new discovery. because I had noticed it myself.

Most of us are vaguely aware of death, but most of us relegate it to the corner of our minds because we are afraid of it. If I were to read Osamu Dazai to a child, “Run, Meros” is well known, and we learn about his feelings in the author’s biography. At the time, a friend of mine once read Dazai’s biography and asked me “why he committed suicide?”.

What I answered in my childhood mind was: ” He simply accepted death”.

Naturally, it is scary to disappear from this world without notice on my own. There are some deaths that we accept, like the rest of our lives. So what about suicide, we rarely get to know the true feelings of the dead person. No matter how much is written down, we are always looking for facts that are not written in words. Even if it is written down, we cannot read it as it was written. I have always suspected that there is a dying spirit as well as a dying body. It doesn’t matter how much you write about your spiritual death, other people can’t see it. What happens when the mind becomes so tired that it forgets to seek help?

In fact, even now, 73 years after his death, no one knows what Dazai Osamu Real intention. No one can understand the feelings of a pruned branch. “No longer human” does not lie about “the society” He is without hypocrisy.

Some perhaps will deride me.

What do you mean by not having faith in human beings?

When did you come a Christian anyway?

For the writer, doesn’t loving ultimately to mean remaining a writer? If that is what the women he loved wanted, so be it. Moreover, their deaths would be anathema to Christianity in this work. Nevertheless, without the ability to look at the imperfections of people, neither religion nor literature would be possible. The man of the piece ends up in hospital, while the author dies with his mistress. Without the ability to look at the imperfections of human beings, neither religion nor literature would be possible. The reality that created their “acceptance of death” and the fact that they had to make such a choice in the life they were given.

We must not forget that Jesus wept over such a decision.

We must not forget. If God (love) does not weep

Who will weep?

Pruning should not be considered solely for the proper growth of the vine.

When I was a child, I made no mistake in accepting that ” He simply accepted death”. In fact, the ” acceptance of a painful fate ” comes to all of us at some time. Many times the mind gets tired and the heart feels dead. Yet, the mind may come back to life. The mind will accept death. Over and over again

Feeling for love or death rises and falls repeatedly. Behind the simple expression, I hope that the sound and the thought will reach somewhere with a deeper sound than at that time.

John15:1~12

I am the true vine, and my Father is the gardener.He cuts off every branch in me that bears no fruit, while every branch that does bear fruit he prunes so that it will be even more fruitful.You are already clean because of the word I have spoken to you.Remain in me, and I will remain in you. No branch can bear fruit by itself; it must remain in the vine. Neither can you bear fruit unless you remain in me.”I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.If anyone does not remain in me, he is like a branch that is thrown away and withers; such branches are picked up, thrown into the fire and burned.If you remain in me and my words remain in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be given you.This is to my Father’s glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples.”As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Now remain in my love.If you obey my commands, you will remain in my love, just as I have obeyed my Father’s commands and remain in his love.I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete.

My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you.

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