As we live every day, our mental activities cover only a small portion of all possible worlds. We have to eat, and our attention is focused on things on the dish before you (unless you are an absent-minded academic discussing the theoretical foundations of quantum gravity).
The very small-mindedness of our existence sometimes hurts me. Deeply. But then fortunately, I forget.
Yesterday, I came back from the city of Kanazawa. As I walked along the streets of Tokyo, I realized that no matter how far the internet progresses, we will be ever encapsulated in the here and now.
I was looking for some place to lunch (see, how confined I was!), and discovered a hidden soba restaurant. I was shown upstairs. Sitting down, I realized that the interior looked like the room in which the worrying brother and his colleague discuss sister's
marriage over pork cutlet in Ozu's last film An Autumn Afternoon.
I had no idea that this particular restaurant existed on earth. Likewise, I have no idea about many things. On rare occasions, I can have a sense of the surrounding beings, but then only in a very incomplete way.
As I write this journal in the morning, I weep for my midget existence. I would have liked to live up to the vast multitude of existence, but that is not to be, confined as we are in the flesh.
I am otherwise practical and hard working. Why this state of mind today? I think it is the result of the spring gust entering me.
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The cherry trees endured a strong wind carried by the spring gust, and now the rest of their flowers are still in vigorous bloom.
I learned a lot by those cherry trees though I had a bitter experience a few days ago.
I hope a blue sky will return to Mogi-san and a pleasant spring breeze will caress your cheeks.
Mogi san,
I have been meaning to say thank you for updating the qualia journal constantly. So beautiful, especially English one, and it gives the light in my life. I was saying to my friends that Mogi san's blogs both English and Japanese, help to broaden out my intellectual world and actually save me like a small art work.
I also hope the spring breeze will caress your cheeks and butterflies fly around you.
Thank you for all your efforts and thank you for your existence.
Dear Mogi-san,
I am often depressed by the sheer limitation of "action" in contrast to "thought." Poetically speaking, this could be likened to the 2-week bloom of the cherry blossoms, even though they exist for 365 days a year!
Art becomes depressing sometimes. Freud thought of it as a sort of sublimation, but it could easily also turn into a working of the "superego," thus increasing its negative influence on our minds...
What are your interests, other than science and art? What is human about you that makes you the same as other ordinary people?
Dear:Mr.Mogi
I respect you because your feeling and thinking are everything correct, delicate and powerful. Nothing hurt. So it makes me nothing give up. I am fortunately
you are always fireball to me. But if I can't use internet, I don't know I am happy or not. Anyway I am attention to you and thank you so much.
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