Mono-Log

 "Stand up please. Reach out your arms to the east and west please."

 Teacher S called it in a loud and clear voice.

 "I wonder it's this way?"

 I reached out both arms in front of the desk in the room that is on the first floor of the schoolhouse. Then she grasped my arms.

 "No! It isn't. This way."

 It was a bright and beautiful day. We can see a hill-top is shining through the glass windows in the wooden frames.

 Kei talked to me,

 "Let's go to the hill-top after school."

 When the school ends, I call Satoh and go out to play on the hill. The hill sits on the other side of the road that is in front of the school gate. We go out of the gate and try to cross the road where cars are running. Cars are running continuously and the signal doesn't change easily. "Let's go." Kei says. Satoh says,  "Wait, S is watching."  Kei is a regular customer who is called,  "Hurry up! Last one minute!",  by teacher S in front of the gate of the school at going to school in the morning. The signal changes. We cross the road and go down along a narrow street. There are stone steps that continue to the hill-top.

 There is a tiny shrine on the side of the hill, so whenever I take this way, no litter can be seen. Now is the time when the trees come into bud, there are also no fallen leaves that are hard to sweep off. When I look up trees, the veins of the leaves are seen clearly. A breeze swings overlaps of the leaves and the sunshine is dancing on the leaves. There is a tiny old shrine on the way of going up winding stone steps. The roof of the shrine is made of piled-up slender rectangular wood-board. The top of the roof is slippery by steepness. We compete the distance how far slide down and jump from the top on the roof.

 The top of the hill is covered with the sand included iron sand, peridotite and mica. They reflect light and flash on our palms. The hill-top has a small pine-woods. The pine-woods hides us playing from the school. Even if a pine tree is climbed by everyone, no worry about being found by S. We play at a hideout that a piece of board is put on between branches of a pine tree. We sit on the trees, see the roofs of the town and watch cars are running on the road below until sunset.

 In the red sky at dusk, bats are flying from lumberyards. Bats and crayfishes in rice paddies are our playmates. We can go crayfish fishing with younger brothers and/or sisters. It's fascinating to play when all siblings mix. A line of thread is tied ahead of a twig of bamboo and a dried torn cuttlefish is tied up on the opposite end of the thread. We sit on a footpath between rice paddies and put it in the water runs of the stream around the rice paddy. When the thread is moved up and down, you can fish the crayfish easily. Small Ken tries to remove a fished crayfish from thread but he can't grasp the crayfish that opens scissors.
 Then the group of Toby in the neighboring town came. Toby is a juvenile boss and is the oldest person around here. He told, "This place is ours. Go somewhere.". it's regrettable, but there are no manners. Kei murmured, "Don't touch him. A man of virtue keeps distance from dangers.". This is secondhand information from his grandpa. Kei sometimes says a funny thing as his age. This rice paddy area is in the neighboring town beyond a railroad track. It's a territory in the neighboring town, so everyone returns to a way to the school and breaks up quietly.

 A white snake appeared from a corner of the stone steps to the shrine. A first white snake was seen to me. I couldn't move as if I was a stone. After a moment, I run down the stone steps on the hill. Because Kei's grandpa was saying, "A white snake was a God's errand in the shrine. He lives here from the time when the shrine was built.". It's intolerable getting a punishment because of climbing up to the roof of the shrine. I was afraid of the one that wasn't known what it was. While I run through paths for a while and I plunged into some bamboo thickets in the hill.

 I pushed the bamboo leaves aside for a while and have gone out to a small field. It is covered by clovers. I can see several small sand spots in the laid green of clovers. Ants are running around holes in the sand spots. White tiny flowers of the clovers are in bloom here and there. I stretched myself out on the green carpet and breathed out. No voice, no sound, no wind noise by shaking the leaves. It's quiet as time stopped at all. The sunshine is dancing through the green leaves.

 Something has come down in the air. A pair of small wings is rotating. It seems to be a tiny helicopter. When I noticed it, I found many of them here and there. It's similar to a small bamboo dragonfly, but there are seeds in the roots of the left and right wings. I raise myself up and look around the field. A tree stands in the southeastern corner of the field. That is a big maple. She seems to be able to produce many helicopters. I can see, even if it's windless, the rotations of the wings lead them flying so that it may flow with slide on the air.

 Ahead of flying, the flowers with white color and the flowers with slightly pink color, that are Philadelphia fleabanes and daisy fleabanes, are nodding. Something is moving on the leaf. I get up and go to see what it is. It's a grasshopper. He turns a long face to another way and is pretending nothing had happened. Here's the world of grasshoppers and I feel I am a guest. When I look around, I find flowers are in bloom here and there. A bumblebee has flown to white flowers of an andromeda. The honey is sucked. "You don't get drunk, do you?" I think the bumblebee is great if he doesn't.

 I told Jun at school that the bumblebee sucked the honey of andromeda. He says, "Let's check it. There is a plant illustration book in the library.". The library of the school is ahead of the connecting corridor that runs from the schoolhouse in the back garden. It is an annex in the woods. It's always silent. There's the mixed smell of the new books and the old books. There isn't usually so much people. I read "The secret of Tutankhamen" the other day. A picture of his gold mask was wonderful. Big eyes of the mask gazed at me. Is there a curse of Tutankhamen really? The shelves of the illustration books are situated in the wall side that is opposite side of Tutankhamen's bookshelf over the aisle.

 I see a book saying, "Illustration book of Trees". The index card "A" on the back of the book shows the page of andromeda. The book says the leaves of andromeda are poisonous but the flowers are not. I see, the honey in the flowers are all right, no problem. At the same time, "The bumblebee is great" was shriveled a little. But immediately, I think, "The bumblebee is clever.". Jun would know this. Jun is wise. But I say sometimes, "I'll check it. But if you know it, I wish you'll tell me it.". Jun says, "I think it's better to check it by yourself. It makes you understand and not forget.". I see, I consent by myself, it makes sense well.

 Sometimes, I came to go to this small field alone. When I walk into the field, I feel the strong smell of grass. The ants in the sand spots seem busy. A line of ants is going on for an expedition to a far place. Someone to go, someone to return, someone to stick out of the line and to be hanging around like Kei.

 The cool winds sometimes blow, then I say, "Breeze is nice.". There are various types of trees in and around the field. Chinquapins, several types of oaks. Lots of acorns that fell in last autumn are left in the grass. The shapes of acorns are different in each. When autumn comes, I plunge a toothpick into the bottom of an acorn, make it a top and spin it. Round one is easy to be turned. But tall one is slightly difficult.

 Though here are so many acorns, baby trees aren't seen so much. It may be because there are no dead trees and fallen trees. Or they may hide under the clover leaves and I can't catch them. Poor acorns will be eaten by animals or unfortunately return to earth as it is and some acorns change to tops by children. Do you believe trees think "Less probability to be born"? Some seasons have many acorns and some have less than usual. Do they control the number of acorns by themselves? We can see less weevils in the seasons of less acorns. Weevil is the bug that often lives in the acorn. Animals will also decrease in such seasons. It seems to me that acorns try to be not eaten by weevils and animals. In the next year when I have a few acorns, no weevil in the acorns. Then I can make good tops.

 Branches of a big oak is shaking in winds. I remember a poem.

      Stands alone in a field
      A big oak in winds
      Hold days and air in arms

 It's the time to have such a nice wind blows. A wind is a seasonal prologue. This town is close to the sea. The direction of the wind changes with morning and nightfall. Land winds and sea breezes. The direction of the wind is shifting on the field.

 Bamboo thickets shake and something comes in the wind. A fantasy of mysterious winds by Ray Bradbury "THE OCTOBER COUNTRY" was popped up in my mind. That was a fearful story. I rush and steal into a bamboo thicket opposite. What is it? I pay attention and strain my ears. It seems to have come into the field. I peep through the bamboo grass. A little girl is there. The nose faces to the top. She is looking up at something. I also look up, but there's nothing special. I have an interest to her, but I feel it's difficult to approach somehow. I was looking what she would do.

 She stares at a bumblebee of flying around the neighborhood of andromeda tree. The bee is flying in front of the tree and goes around to the rear and nobody can see anymore. The girl whispered at that time. "Now has gone right now."

 The flap of wings of the bee goes off. The strong sunshine and the rustles of winds are passed away. The world changes and the vague light is filled. I heard a voice is saying,

 "Are there also expectations in woods and grasses?
 If you could talk with a person
 just like talking with woods and grasses,
 the world would be wonderful.
 Thank you so much for happy today."

 The girl still holds herself. Her voice? I can't stay in the bush anymore.

 I say, "Hello.". She looks back. Her eyes open and stare at me. Then her outline is becoming vague gradually while saying something. Sparse stellar shine in the mind wakes up like the time when I wake up, and I feel the Milky Way is spread out. The world is filled with light. Sough of winds. Branches of oaks are shaking in winds. I suddenly feel the strong smell of the summer deep grasses. Ants are running busy and are moving around in the sand spots. I didn't know what happened and just stand there.

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 I'm bored. I have nothing to do. The time is passing in the morning. Then, Kei has come.

 "Why don't you go to pick mushrooms with me?  Grandpa will bring us there."
 It's better to go than not to go for me.  I say, "I'll go."

 We go along a valley of the mountain in the backside of the hill top. The hill top looks a small hill compared with this mountain. In reality, the hill top is situated as one of front hills of this mountain. The broadleaf trees of horse chestnuts and beeches are spread over in the base field of the mountain. Mixture woods of cedars and oaks are in the middle side of the mountain. The roots of beech trees are treasure spots of mushrooms. But the children here seldom come in this mountain and don't play in the mountain. Because not only fearful in woods, but there is the owner of the mountain and it's necessary to get a permission to come in. Kei's grandpa has already got a permission from Toby's father who is the owner of the mountain. He has several mountains in the vicinity and runs a lumber mill.

 We dropped in the lumber mill at the way in the foot of the mountain. Logs with bark are piled up. Machines are making their sounds. In the building of the lumber mill, Toby's father and Kei's grandpa are talking something. Toby's father calls loudly to his living house. In a while, Toby of a juvenile boss appears from inside. He listens to what his father says and nods his head. Toby comes here and says, "Hi, I'll go with you. We are a team today, no quarrel. All right?" Everyone nodded without a voice.

 We walk along a valley. It has clouded and isn't so hot. A couple of ducks buries the beak in the chest at the ford of the stream. A swallow cries with "Tchick", soars highly and comes down. A grey heron has flown along the bank in the winding stream. The heron has one-meter wide wing of which edge is glossy black. He has passed just right side of us. When he passed, a pair of thin and long legs that develops from the grey body can be seen. He flies along a curved line of the bank skillfully like a glider. I remember "STAR WARS". He seems to be the star fighter that flies over the inside in a ditch on the surface of DEATH STAR to drop a bomb. He did a nose-dive to the surface of the water so that he might drop a bomb. He may have found a fish.

 When we pass by a flume run out from the stream, a striped snake, more than one meter long, lays on the grass. Toby grasps the snake and throw it into the flume. He says, "Can't the heron beat him.", "I don't want to see an unnecessary quarrel." I thought it the last phrase for him.

 We walk along the stream for a while. Small flowers are in bloom in the bank, not sparsely, not also closely. They are the flowers of grasses. I thought they had their names. But the name has not been heard for long time. The ones that won't be money mean no name. Their names are "flower of ordinary grass". How long has it been since people around here forgot the names of these flowers?  Not so much time?

 A flash of light, that is lapis lazuli blue color, suddenly runs. "It's a kingfisher." "Stays on that stone." Everyone rushes to see the kingfisher.
 "It isn't a kingfisher. A bag of snack."
 Toby is laughing in a loud voice.

 We cross a small marsh overgrown with watercress along the upper reaches in the stream, then, we enter a forest. Through young leaves of beeches, soft sunshine is showering. There are stumps and wooden limbs that were broken. Here's the forest the lumber mill is managing. This forest is filled with sunshine. Toby took a seat out of his knapsack in the back. He opened it on the ground and laid on it. "Lie on the seat and look." He is lying face down on it and is looking at the ground. "Try it." Everyone lined up next to him in the same way. The withered leaves with which cover the ground are wet with drops of morning dew. The forests are closed in the surface of each of the dewdrops. We saw decayed woods dyed in white and yellow here and there. There are some decayed ones with pink balls of one-centimeter diameter. Toby said, "It's a slime mold. A friend of mushroom.". Gradually, I find small mushrooms are popping up from the piece of the woods covered with withered leaves. "Let's go some way ahead." Toby said.

 We go into a valley where big beeches stand close together. The burble of a brook can be heard. "Look! Terrible!" Kei uttered a cry. It doesn't seem investigated by the district forest office here. It's thickly and dim. Fallen trees lie here and there. Everyone has already brought a cheek close to the ground without seat. Any number of mushrooms have popped up. They are the mushrooms with which everyone is familiar. "Take only big one.", Toby says. "Got it." everyone is obedient.

 We went down the upper reaches in the stream and have gone out to the small marsh overgrown with watercress. I say, "I'd like to pick the watercress a little. Go ahead please.". Toby says, "Don't be bitten by the snake.". "Damn Toby." But it won't be unpleasant. I felt his kindness to worry about me by his attitude. Mam often uses watercress in a dish. I thought she'll be glad. I picked some watercress and put them in my knapsack. Then, I feel something moved on the waterside. The small pond rippled. The direction of the wind is shifting. When I turn my face up, there's a little girl looking at the forest. It's She.

 "Hey!" I look back at the direction of the voice, Toby is smiling and is waving his arm. "I feel you are late. Are you all right?"   Pointing the direction, I say, "That child ....".  Only a green forest spreads out. "Nobody is there without you. You look senile and strange." I heard Toby's voice absently. Ants are crowded on and around a dead overturned scarab at my feet.

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 The library, after school is over, is vacant. Models of a human skeleton and a body that were in the laboratory that is being repaired, are put in the corner on the hallway. Nice breezes are coming in through the opened windows.

 I was checking what that pink ball that I saw in the forest is, sitting side by side with Jun in the library. It seems to be the one called fruiting body of slime mold Lycogala epidendrum. It's an organ of the slime mold by which the spores are transferred. The shape of the slime mold is usually like an amoeba. The ones that the punks were dyed in the white or the yellow paint seem to be the slime mold. Books say that the slime mold is different from both plants and animals. I wonder such a strange life exists.

 An episode that a Japanese famous researcher of slime mold presented a slime mold in a matchbox to the Mikado is written in a book. I thought, "It's a trouble to me, if I were presented.". But when we read "in a matchbox", Jun and I smiled. We sympathized with Mr. Researcher who hands a matchbox to the Mikado.

 I asked Jun. "Have you seen a person disappeared immediately?" Jun is seldom surprised at any facts. Furthermore, he's accustomed to such my words. In this time also he answered, "Yes, I have." and just said, "With what?". I was disappointed, so I said "Nothing.", just a word. Jun's eyes were smiling as usual.

 I remember that the eyes of the girl are like Tutankhamen's when I looked back. Tutankhamen's gold mask has traveled for thousands of years. I suddenly thought she might be the one traveled from some far place too. The treetops of the elms in the garden are waving by winds. I was gazing vacantly through the window of the library. The greens of the leaves reflect the light sometimes strongly, sometimes weakly.

 "You're absentminded again." I heard Jun says, "I saw a person disappeared.".
 "Immediately?",   It wakes me up.  "Where?"
 "In a dream."
 "Nice joke."
 "It's not what you think.", "I'm serious."
 "A girl with Tutankhamen's eyes?"
 "Yes. A girl with Tutankhamen's eyes."
 "Did you talk to her?"
 "I met her in the evening when I read that book."

 He said and took out an article from a bookshelf. It was the article labeled "The Universe of Fish Bowl". I saw the name of Stephen Hawking. "You like the black hole, don't you?" While I'm upset, He says "Please try. I'm sure you like it.". So, I asked the librarian to borrow the book and read.

 The space talk was fascinating. Everything falls into the black hole. People say even light cannot escape from the black hole. Hawking showed the black hole has temperature and produces radiation in 1974 (It was called Hawking Radiation). Though even light cannot go out from the black hole, why the radiation of radio waves can. Up to now, Quantum mechanics and relativity can't explain the black hole. Some scientists foresee antigravity against gravity by existence of the black hole.

 After that, the various ways of thinking to which quantum mechanics and relativity are linked have come out. Super-strings theory and M-theory. Super-strings theory thinks the particle of which an atom is composed is a string that vibrates and has special nature. A particle is defined as a string. It's usual a string vibrates. So, a particle becomes a wave in this case. And this is also self-evident on quantum mechanics. I was interested in LASER, so I knew that light has both nature of undulation and a particle. But I didn't know what the special nature is (so called "super-symmetry").

 The other one, "M-theory", seems to mean the initial letter of Mystery and/or Membrane etc. Mathematically, the black hole is the same as lots of particles interacted each other on the surface of the border between time and space. The surface of the border is called membrane. Since the letter "M" derives from the initial of "Mystery", it is indeed unaccountable. M-theory says that the big world (means time and space) and the small world exist together with the same physical law.

 Super-string theory says that a lot of universe are possible to exist and there may be a world in which different physics exists to explain the world that the huge mass is shutting in the micro universe (Such as the big bang and black holes). These two theory shows incompatible worlds, sometimes it's same, sometimes is different. It's really mysterious and complicated.

 The article "Fish Bowl" says there are no experimental results that indicate existence of super-symmetry yet. It says that some evidence of "super-symmetry" may be found by the LHC, Large Hadron Colliding-beam accelerator in CERN, Geneva. That sounds great.

The title "fish bowl" is to see the world through each quantum theory. How many worlds can be seen? The meaning is difficult. It's really a mystery as expected. They seem to appear in a dream.

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 I walk along a ridge way. It clouds a little but the sky is light.

 "Dad, I'm tired."
 "Let's look for the stairs and go down."

 There are long stairs ahead. We can see a car below. That's the one by which we've come. I feel sleepy.

 "Dad, I'd like to sleep. Where do you go? "  Where do I go when I've got to sleep?

 I play a game at a kindergarten. I connect hands with friends and we are circling around and around. Every time we go around, the big maple in the garden shakes too. Once, twice, three times...

 "Now ends right now."

 four times, five times and I feel sleepy.

 The way to home from the station, the sun almost sets, and it's dim. There is a bamboo thicket ahead. I feel something is in the bamboo thicket. A gust of wind blows.

 A beach in the evening. I'm playing football with the skeleton and the dummy that were in the laboratory. I kick a ball. The skeleton traps it and is broken up. The big red sun is setting in the ridge of the mountain behind.

 A way that leads to the station extends straight. Both sides on the way are rice paddies. The sky is dark grey. It'll rain soon. I feel I've been walking for long. I feel thirsty and look in the stoneware jar by the side of the way. Mosquito larvae are floating up and are sinking down. When I go for a while, there is a bamboo thicket on the right side. I feel something is in the bamboo thicket. The wind turns around.

 There's a girl in front of me.

 "Hello."
 "I was afraid of you. I imagined in many ways."
 "I'm sorry to surprise you. Can you tell me where I am?"
 "It's a town in the base of that mountain."

 It was the town I don't know at all. I can see the mountains far away. A barn in a farm is seen on the right hand. An image of real sized dog is put in front of big wooden doors of the barn. A replicate car of tens of years old Morris stops aside of it. The image of a black German shepherd seems to be the Egyptian Anubis God that protects Morris.

 We walk together for a while. The sky becomes light and the nice wind is blowing. It's a good weather for a walk. Even if we don't speak, we are satisfied each other. I don't worry about the thing we walk together. We enter a residential area. A flower of a yellow lily is in bloom in a garden. Black lines of several stamens are floating on the yellow.

 A person walks from the other side. He is watching his smartphone. I step aside not to be struck. He keeps walking and goes away, while seeing his smartphone. We come to a crossroad. Everyone is walking while seeing the smartphones. They strike here and there and say, "Excuse me.", "Not at all.". I think if they were in the station, it should be really dangerous.
 I hear a voice calling,

 "Good morning.".

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 ".... Morning!"

 Mam calls me. I wake up, and find I'm in my room. I wash my face, and walk into the kitchen. Scrambled eggs and watercress ham sandwiches are on the table.

 "Thank you very much for the watercress.", Mam says, "Please serve yogurt and juice by yourself."
 "Thank you.", I say.
 "The bread is made of a new type wheat. Will you tell me your impression?"
 "Dream-what?"
 "Dream-HEART.", Mam says.

 Mam is working in a biology research center. They seem to be making several new kinds of wheat now. The name "Dream-heart" really fits my sleepy face. I sit down, and taste the sandwiches.

 "The crust makes me feel good, the clam is soft, and has a rich fragrance of wheat.", I say.
 "Thank you for the praise. You became so technical."
 "I've been trained."

 I think it good to start by such an easy talk in the morning.

 "By the way, will you come to see me in the laboratory? Today is the day when the plants fed on LED are exhibited.", Mam says.
 "The blue LED you told the other day?"
 "Yes"
 "I'll go."

 I ate the sandwiches and drank a cup of orange juice, and I've gone out to the research center where Mam works for. It takes about ten and several minutes on foot. I forgot to eat yogurt. Mam will tell me something about it. The yogurt is homemade. Mam has been making yogurt since I acknowledged her. She continues to pour the yogurt into a jar of fresh milk, since she got the original yogurt. She'll find out immediately that quantity of the yogurt doesn't go down. I'll eat it, when I come back before her return.

 When I enter the research center, I see a signpost stands at the entrance. A paper is put on it. A big red arrow is written on the paper and "The LED Artificial Light Type Plant Factory and Light Quality Control Model" is seen under the red arrow. People are walking to the direction pointed by the arrow. Various types of persons are walking. An old farmer in neighborhood, office workers who wear suits and students who put on sneakers. The trees in the front yard expand their green leaves and cast shadows on the pedestrian walkway. The office workers choose the shades, and walk. I think they'd better take off the suit. The old farmer puts on a big hat. I touched the bark of a tree. And then I forced my ear on the trunk. I thought that I heard the sound of waterflow which the tree sucks up.

 Model racks of plant factory are set in the laboratory. The posters and displays explain the contents. According to the explanation, the wavelength of growing, and the wavelength of transformation, are different. When the plant is young, it's better to gain weight than becoming tall. The blue LED, red and far infrared LED are effective at that time. Though the color of the plants is green, blue and red are good for them. How interesting!

 When I was walking around, I heard the voice,

 "Could you find something fascinating?"

 When I look back, Kurata is smiling.

 "Hi! How's everything?"

 Kurata is one of Mam's colleagues. Mam sometimes says to Kurata,

 "I know a good lady for you, won't you associate with her?"

 I don't know he is pleased or not.

 "Good. why don't you go to drink anything?", he says.
 "Aren't you busy?"
 "No, not at all."

 So, we went out the laboratory. We walk along on the pedestrian aisle. We enter the restaurant facing to the courtyard. It's not so crowded because of the early time.

 "What would you like? Let me treat you. Thank you for the mushrooms of the other day."
 "Thanks."
 "Please. Don't hesitate."
 "Well, I'd like to have a cup of tea, and the one just like a rice cake stuffed with bean jam."
 "That's cool.", Kurata said and asked for a cup of coffee for him.

 I think it's a good chance to ask him a question that I've ever been thinking.

 "Kurata, why don't you try DNA recombination?"

 Because DNA recombination is a popular technology. But here, it hasn't been doing. Even if I ask Mam, she'll not take it seriously.(Because my attitude may be usually cheeky to her.) I think Kurata may take it seriously and answer.

 "DNA recombination? We use it for knockout genetic investigations."
 "What's that?"
 "We research the influence of each gene by that."
 "Why don't you make POMATO?"
 "We don't."
 "Why?"
 "Do you think where you're?"
 "What do you mean?"

 The cheesecake that was bringing to my mouth has been dropped unconsciously. There was no rice cake stuffed with bean jam. When I asked the waiter, he said, "Would you let me know what you want before coming here? Then, I can buy it and prepare to serve"

 "I'm here."
 "Oh, excuse me, will you tell me where your consciousness is?"
 "Let me see...........................................In my brain."
 "Then, do you think where your consciousness are when you're sleeping?"
 "I think it's unconscious." I thought it for a while, but finally, I asked,
 "What do you think?"

 He stared at my face and said,

 "I think, ... It's the one that is out of clarification"
 "Tricky!"

 Kurata asked me again,

 "Do you think plants have consciousness?"

 Then I saw what he wanted to say. I thought that he mentioned grasses and woods also have unconsciousness.

 "I think woods and grasses have their lives."
 "I think so, too.", he replied.

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 I don't hate the day when it rains. Sitting on a chair in the library, I like to see the rain that is wetting the leaves of elms. I also like walking on the wet stone pavement along the slope to the hill-top. There is a peculiar smell of vegetation and ground in the day when it rains. They seem to be crying, "I'm alive!". Not only the snail that is on a leaf of a hydrangea, but the earthworm and the slug which appeared on a road. I'd like to bless them. Usually, I tread on a slug and I'm not impressed by a parched earthworm which was left on the sunny road in summer. The rain gives moisture to my dried heart. It's a fun when I stay together with friends. But rain makes me notice that it's also important to be alone.

 "Jun, what do you think where your mind is when you are sleeping?"
 "All right. Let's start."

 Jun smiled as if it's the time to start. He crossed his long arms behind his head.

 "It's slightly difficult."

 He stands up and goes. He is twiddling the book search system of the personal computer at the entrance of the library.

 "Well, where's a mind? A body also has minds, doesn't it?"
 "The brain is also a part of the body.", I say.
 "I found it."

 Jun was searching the number of the shelf of the library and looking for a book. One book was picked out. The title shows "Counterattack of the Life", by a Japanese scientist.

 "It sometimes takes time and efforts to search a book because there's a book of which the number doesn't match line order."
 "Here it is. I expect it's helpful for you."

 It was handed over to me. It means that I should think by myself. I know that only the one who thinks by oneself will get it. It will depend on myself whether that'll be helpful.

 The rain stops, and the light through the cloudy sky is coming onto the leaves of elms. In the window of library, like a frame of picture, it looks like the world of Vermeer's silence. Soughing of the winds through the trees in the garden stops. A dragonfly is passing through.

 This book was fascinating, so I looked for other books concerning this issue and read. Some books were a little difficult but some books were comprehensible. I knew the fact that the life is the system that reproduces itself (Double Helix of DNA) and a cerebral signal of an animal is not cut off against a sense of body. The author notes that he feels the order and harmony of creatures by the completeness of a small shell picked up at a beach. Why is it able to continue maintaining the order and harmony? It's really a wonder. We say, "How's everything?" and "Nothing change.". But, in reality, for a few years, our body is replaced all by the level of the molecule and we don't have the bodies of a few years ago. It was also amazing that no creature has the parts which are like the memory in the computer. Your memory is just like an afterimage after fireworks, or it's something like a pattern of a constellation.

 The author notes, when he was a schoolboy, he knew that there are male gingkoes and female gingkoes, and snails are hermaphroditic. He felt the wonder of life. He says that you can ask any person of all ages and countries freely by reading books. I thought Jun would say the same thing.

   Someone said, "To read a book is to think by others' head, not your head.". He may want to say that it's important to feel the world directly by oneself. But an author's conclusion is a start point for the reader. I've also read another books. A book says that memory is the signal pattern with which the signal became easy to be transmitted through the cerebral nerve cells. It's just like the road on which you can easily drive by experiencing running on the road repeatedly. Physically, spines of synapse which is a nerve cell in brain were observed growing in minutes. This is called synaptic plasticity. The pattern of the signal ways which are easy to be transmitted, seems to be a memory. A memory, that is like a pattern of a constellation, means that it is the same as the gathering design of the ways (pattern of the ways). I thought that my mind is also like the occasional constellations.

 Next morning.
 I hear, "Good morning." of Mam's voice. When I go out from the bed and enter the kitchen, I see that much of watercress and carrot avocado bacon sandwiches are on the table. A cup of yogurt is beside the plate of the sandwiches today.

 "Orange juice?, or Milk?"
 "Milk and yogurt? They are a cause and a result."
 "They are a raw material and a product."

   It's correct. Such a morning start makes me feel much difficulties lie ahead of me today.

 I read many books yesterday, so my cerebral nerve cells look busy. I feel that they are working hard to pave roads now. When I'm looking at the watercress on the plate vacantly, the green of the watercress spread out in my eyes. I see gentle mountain range over the green.

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 When I raise my face, there's a girl in front of me.

 "Good morning."
 "Good morning." She says.

 I see gentle mountain range which is covered with green from the window.

 "Orange juice?"
 "You know where Dad is?"
 Shi says, "He's already gone out."

 I remembered she's "Shi".
 The signal way of my memory was connected. She is my sister in this planet.

 Shi says, "He said he takes back himself."
 "What's that?"
 "Dad said so. He takes back himself by cancelling the contract of smartphone."
 I thought, "Why?".

 The avocado bacon sandwiches are taste good. I put the strawberry jam on the yogurt. Also, I add a banana. I fill the energy in. And my mind becomes to be clear gradually.

 I've gone out to the town. There are lots of people walking around. Everyone seems busy. They look at the display of their smartphone while walking. There is a person who rides a bicycle while looking at the display of the smartphone, a person who drives a car while looking at the display of the smartphone too. I recommend you glance at any station's platform. You can see a list of the people who look at smartphone. Smartphones seem to be the grey men of MOMO ( by Michael Ende ).

 Michael Ende of German juvenile literature author wrote "MOMO" in 1973. His grey men say, "You can earn money by using your time efficiently. You can become rich. I recommend you do this contract.". People sign a contract with the grey man and the time of people is sucked up. The time sucked up is frozen, and it's kept in a room like a bank vault in underground. Grey men live their life by making "the dead time" cigarettes, and by breathing these cigarettes smoke. After all, people work like mad with understanding nothing. Nobody is aware why his or her mind is busy. This busyness overflows everyone's mind, and air in the town is filled with this busyness.

 "MOMO" is a story how the people have their dead time revive, and how the people get their time back. In the afterword of "MOMO", Ende says, "I told this story as the one that has happened in the past, but I might speak about that as the one that will happen in the future.". While I walk, I think we are facing this future.

  "Dad, did you cancel the contract of smartphone?"
  "Yes."
  "Isn't it inconvenient?"
  "I noticed the inconvenience is important."
  "What do you mean?"
  "When you are boring and have nothing to do, what are you doing?"
  "I stay in vacant."
  "I think that is important."
  "Is it important to be absentminded?"
  "When you are in vacant, your brain is functioning."
  "Really?"
  "Some kind of power can flow out only when you stay alone."
  "What that?"
  "It's the words of Ann Morrow Lindbergh."
  "She said certain springs are tapped only when we are alone."
  "What is the power that springs only when we are alone?"
  "It's the power by which one looks at oneself and studies oneself, and takes oneself back.", Dad says.
  "It looks like MOMO. she opens herself and listens to your talk patiently, and she makes you take yourself back, doesn't she?"
  "MOMO is in me, and she is also in you."
  "Is she? But you lose your friends, don't you?"
  "Yes, in a sense. But when you are looking at yourself, you find new friends come slowly and surely."
  "Why?"
  "Because, if one is in touch with oneself, then one can touch others."
  "It's easy for me to be absentminded."
  "Mum."

 It's difficult to look at oneself and take oneself back. Because one doesn't know what oneself would like to do. In that case, why don't you begin with the one which you don't want to do? When you have to do an unpleasant thing, you lose your vivid expression unconsciously. If you insist "The freedom for doing" or "the freedom for expecting to do", you'll have lots of problems. Because this type of freedom doesn't accept the freedom of another person who doesn't want to do your freedom for doing. But when I think only the freedom of "I don't want to do it", I can easily find it.

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 On Saturday morning, Dad says that he goes to work. I follow him. The sky is clear. We cross aside of a tennis court where no one is, and turn to the right to the river. Two lilies are in bloom between the asphalt and the wall. A snake gourd runs away over a brick fence in a lumber shop. I take and watch it. Several white stripes run in olive green. As they go to the top, the white stripes are pushed towards olive green, and looks like yellow. I look at my side, and find Dad are looking at me.

 "The orange gourd is also fit for the blue sky, isn't it?", he says.

 When I heard it, I regret that I took the snake gourd. I imagine the orange snake gourd which floats on the blue sky. That's it when I took. Why did I take it? I don't think I want it. How strange I am.

 We come to the riverside which is along a rice paddy. Four ducks fly out from the river. One grey heron stands upright in a rice paddy.

  "What's your job today, Dad?"
  "Painting! I paint walls of the town hall."
  "High and dangerous place?"
  "We have to be careful. Today's work is charged as the payment of the electric bill."

 When we hear the voices such as "I admire his work." or "I trust his work.", we often order a job to him. Dad can do many types of work. So is another person too. There is the work to get money of course, but there's also lots of work by which we don't get money.

  "Dad. Why don't you get money by the work?"
  "Well, What's your job?"
  "I don't have any job. But... sometimes, I help Mam to carry foods she bought."
  "What's the thing that you get from job?"
  "Money!"
  "Only that?, You get up in the morning and find there's nothing to do. What will you do then?"
  "I go to mushroom picking!"
  "That's a good idea. Is mushroom picking a play? Or a job?"
  "I think it's both."
  "Yes, there may be something that is both a play and a job. Experiences and techniques, acquaintances, worth doing, satisfaction, person's growth, social relief and desire, and influence on another person. These are all that both a play and a job have."
  "These may be to live. It's a job for the heron to live his life."
  "Painter, toymaker, bakery and so on, what do you like most, Dad?"
  "I like all, but Bakery best. Because everyone says, "marvelous! Good job!" And my breads taste good."
  "Yes they are."
  "There are various things that is not only visible but invisible."
  "I can't imagine what a job gives me now. But I think I can find it when I try. A job may give me the next chance."

 I'm tired of exploring the town hall, so I decided to come back home alone. The sun in the summer is still high and thunderheads are rising over the mountain range. The shadow of a paulownia in the courtyard falls on the pavement of red bricks. The shadow around the roots of the paulownia is just like Dali's paintings by the lifted bricks. When I come to the way to the riverside along rice paddies, I see a grey heron stands in a rice paddy patiently. His long neck is bent like a dogleg. I feel he seems to be lonely. Tops of the pin oaks which cover the riverside of the stream are swinging like metronomes by the strong winds in the sky.

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 When I turn on TV in the evening, the weather forecast says, "It will be storm tomorrow. Please be careful of the heavy rain and winds.". I understand that's why the tops of pin oaks were swinging like metronomes. The word STORM makes me remember the fantasy of Ray Bradbury, "THE OCTOBER COUNTRY" again. Where does the feeling of fear come from? What is the roots (origins) of anxiety and fear? Is it the unpleasant memory? Is it the image of failure? Is it the anxiety of what we can't prospect? If there are no pasts and no futures, I think we don't feel anxiety. Do another creatures have something fearful too?

 "Mam, do you think the wheat feels fear?"
 "Yes, they feels fear. Because when I cried, "Become big. if you do not become big, I will cut you.", they grew big. It's only you who fear nothing."
 "I have a fear. It's Mam."
 "Thank you for accepting me. But why?"
 "I wonder where the fear comes from."
 "And?"
 "I just think whether the grey heron will fear the storm."
 "If he dies, it's a fear."
 "If he dies, he won't be feeling fear anymore. Because he's already dead."
 "Well, I agree. We feel fear because we are alive."
 "I know my body revives in several years. My body is going dead little by little from the moment I was born."
 "So am I."
 "What will happen to the consciousness after I pass away?"
 "I can't decide it, but I like the words of this poem."

               What is the thing the dead child left?
               Is a twisted leg
               Is tears already dry
               Nothing was left besides
               Only left a memory
   
               What is the thing the dead man left?
               I who is alive
               You who is alive
               No one is left besides
               Nothing is left besides

 What am I? The consciousness in the brain? It seems not to be only that, but to be also in sense organs, in nerve cells and in the whole cells in the body. A part of the body can be moved consciously and a part can't be moved consciously. Even if we are sleeping, our body is functioning. When I am sleeping, where am I?, where is my consciousness? What happens when sleeping? Isn't the consciousness of "I" here?

 I can recognize, "it's me", when I get up in the morning. That's because I have a memory of "it's me". But there are no parts where a memory is saved according to recent cerebral science. A memory is the pattern of the excitation of synapses. In other words, it is the pattern of the electric routes through nerve. When I'm sleeping, I'm scratching an itchy place unconsciously. The Consciousness is only a top of big iceberg of the unconsciousness. Is the unconsciousness myself? What is unconsciousness?

 About death. it's the same thing to think about the death and to think about the life. The life begins to die from the moment when it was born. It influences another person around and is left in another person's consciousness around. Even if the body is lost, the consciousness is left in the future. When the body dies, does the consciousness also die? The consciousness is left in another consciousness separately. And it becomes another person's consciousness without being conscious., and it continues.

 "Individuals are divided by each body when they are alive. And they are left in each grave after their death, How troublesome it is!"
 "So, everyone likes to sing, "The souls will be winds and they are flying over this broad world."."
 "Mam, I'd like to have French toasts tomorrow."
 "I'll take garlic toasts of pieces of a baguette."

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 I feel autumn comes when cotton rose flowers bloom. The sun shine is still strong, but the breeze in the morning is cool. I notice half of a leaf of a tree in the school court is green and the rest has changed to olive green and yellow.

 When I was walking along the river, two herons flew out. One is the grey heron that lives here since this summer, and the other is a white heron that is slightly smaller than the grey heron. The grey heron raised a leg, scratched his cheek and flew to his usual rice paddy over there. The stems with ears of rice spread out in front of me. It's just like a green colored ocean. Here comes a nice breeze, and ears of rice wave. The white heron was flying to the direction different from the grey heron. The wings, about 70 cm width, were opened and flapped. I saw a pair of thin legs and yellow feet which extend from the white body. I stayed there and was seeing how it will go for a while. The white heron was flying again and went to the rice paddy over there.

 I walk on the stone steps to the hill top. I go on the byroad. I push thickets aside and enter into the small field after a long interval. I see lots of burrs in a chestnut tree. Some of them fell, and fruits of dark brown chestnuts are seen from the broken mouth of the burrs.

 I drop in Toby's lumber mill to get the boards that are used as a material of a woodwork. Many cut-off boards which were produced when sawing up logs, are here. Anybody is free to get them. I dropped in Toby's room. Toby of a juvenile boss was there with his father.

 "I just came to get your cut-off boards."
 "Hi. How've you been? Did you get a good one?", Toby says.
 "Yes. Thanks. I'll be able to make a good woodwork.", I greet Toby's father.
 "That's good. You can get them as much as you can."
 "By the way..., You remind me..."

 Toby's father's talk there was an unexpected one. He said that Satoh was caught by the police. I often went to play on the hill top with Satoh. He was found shoplifting at a bookstore. I was surprised.

 "The number of shoplifting is increasing recently.", Toby says.
 "I often play and talk with my fellows. Such a thing doesn't occur, when they have a matter more fascinating and serious than shoplifting."

 I know that not only the adult and shoplifters but the child shoplifters increased. But it is a shock much more for me that a friend of mine shoplifts. Because I thought I knew him very well. I feel that a big black cloud is covering over the head.

 I talked with Kei at school. Satoh and Kei are the same class. I've heard that Satoh has come to the school. I meet him after a long interval, and talk to him.

 "Why did you shoplift?"
 "None of your business."
 "It's not only your matter but everyone is anxious."
 "Leave me alone."
 "I do not. What was happen to you?"

 Satoh says that he is spited when he is relaxing at school, and his parents always tell him to study hard at home. TV shows only the matter of making money or wars. People think they would like to live richly first of all. People think that they should win against others even if they cheat. Why doesn't he do the same thing? It was unlucky that he was found to shoplift. But if not found, it's the same thing which the grown-ups are doing. Indeed, everyone feels so. I agree. I told Satoh that you should not do such a bad thing as shoplifting. But I knew that I was not persuasive. Grown-ups always say that it's a bad child and a special child to shoplift. Is it true? I heard the news that one of worldwide famous companies told a lie for making a profit. And people recommend to watch more severely. Does it mean that they will tell a lie again, if there isn't a severe watchman? Really?

  In the evening.

 "Mam, Have you ever told a lie?"
 "Yes I have, of course. You know, I make up my face, don't you?"
 "What?"
 "If not, it's a breach of etiquette."
 "I don't expect that. I mean, I'd like to know why people tell a lie."
 "Well, then, It's because there is no good person at all."
 "What do you mean?"
 "All person would be both half bad and half good."
 "Really?"
 "Yes. Check yourself, would it be understandable?"
 "Mum... Certainly."
 "So, it's ordinary to tell a lie."

 This is going to be serious. Then, how should it be solved?

 A few days later, I heard that a group member of Satoh slapped Kei's face. When he came to the school late in the morning, he was stopped in the school yard for a moment, and was slapped. Don't interfere in Satoh's matter anymore, it means. Kei could do nothing. It was hard for him. He kept holding still. When he entered the classroom with red face, Satoh was there. When Kei saw Satoh, Satoh was pretending ignorance. Jun noticed Kei's red, and asked him what had happened. Kei told it. Jun and Kei went out the room after talking with Satoh a little.

 After a while ...

 "Hi, Kei says he'll practice judo."
 "It's a surprise."
 "He cares that he could do nothing at that time. It depressed him."
 "Is judo enough?"
 "I think it's not enough to fight against a group. But it's good to strengthen his heart."
 "The one who does a bad thing makes his group."
 "It's same, the one who does a good thing makes his group too."
 "Right."
 "If you don't have a company, you can't fight a war."
 "If not having a company, can't a good thing also be done?"
 "Even only one person can do a good thing. But it's better if you have a friend."
 "But that may cause a quarrel later."
 "It's just like you to say so, right?"
 "But, I wonder if the one who does a bad thing would be really a bad person."
 "Well, why do they act bad?"
 "Because they are poor, they have poor heart."
 "What do you mean?"
 "They have something fragile."
 "What's that?"
 "Well,"
 "What's that?"
 " ... "
 "To respect oneself. Isn't it?"
 "What do you mean?"
 "To think you are irreplaceable."
 "You mean, to the person who are ill-treated?"
 "Both of them, the bully also."
 "Oh,"
 "Any ones who deeply think so can't bully and be bullied easily."
 "It's so for certain. Corporal punishment may also be the same thing."
 "You don't think it legal that you receive the corporal punishment because of your mistake."
 "I agree. It includes the violence of words."
 "I hope everyone becomes so."
 "Yes indeed."
 "How should it be done?"
 "No one told me it neatly."
 "I think I have to do myself importantly when I see you."
 "What do you mean?"
 "That means, I have a good friend indeed."
 "Really."
 "Do you have a good friend?"
 "Yes, I also have a good friend."

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 I go out home and go to the biology research center to meet Kurata. The sun is shining and the sky is deep blue. I walk through residential area for a while and cross a road where cars are running. I step into a farm road crossing in the field. The scenery spreads out suddenly. In the corner of woods on the right side, there are an elementary school and a small house separately. I walk along the sidewalk along the woods. Grass field of light green, yellow earth and pine trees of same height are in line in a suitable interval. The back is the woods of shrubs that are like the reversed brooms. Clouds are moving comfortably in the sky. There aren't the deep green of grasses and activity of treetops of summer, but breeze is nice. Something in the body is melting, going out into the green spaces. The comfortable silence is wrapping me.

 When I enter the gate, the floral fragrance of a fragrant olive is floating. A little bird is picking red fruits of an ilex. Trees are wearing red and yellow. Mam already talked to Kurata that I'd like to ask about time and light.

 "I'm sorry it's not a lady.", Mam says.
 "No. Good young enough for me."
 "How is it? Do you mind going to my office? I have a cup of tea with a rice cake stuffed with bean jam."

 It's complete. I go to Kurata's office cheerfully.

 "Kurata, Why is light both particle and wave?"
 "Oh, you strike me first of all, don't you?",  "How would you like vegetable time?", Kurata says.
 "I'd like to ask it later."
 "OK. Let's start talking about light.  You know that electricity is generated when dielectric substance is exposed to the sun."
 "It's photovoltaic generation."
 "Yes.  Do you know that photovoltaic generation does not occur by domestic light bulbs?", Kurata says.

 Kurata did such a talk as below. That was very fascinating.

 Isaac Newton (1642-1727), who is believed that he saw an apple falling from a tree and then found gravity, thought "Light is particle". On the other hand, Christian Huygens (1629-1695), who lived in the 17th century same as Newton, was saying "Light is wave". But Newton was much more famous than Huygens at that time, so everyone believed "Light is particle". The thought of Huygens was not accepted by people. People tend to obey a leading authority. Thomas Young (1773-1829) indicated intervention of light by an experiment in the early 19th century. It's intervention of waves when the two waves strikes to weaken each other and to strengthen each other. People said, "Light is wave." reversely.

 After all, the argument whether light is wave or particle continued until James Maxwell(1831-1879) made it clear that light is electromagnetic wave. Everyone recognizes the existence of electromagnetic "wave" now, but electromagnetic wave has a very unique feature. The wave in a sea, the wave of sound and the wave of earthquake are transmitted by water, air and ground. But the light can be transmitted in complete vacuum of the universe. Don't you think it's amazing? Light isn't a particle and isn't also a wave. Because a wave and a particle, these are objects (things), but the light that is the quantum isn't a thing. It may be the one that can't be handled enough by the science now. Because lots of researchers are thinking that the complete vacuum of the universe has the unidentified dark energy in itself.

 "From now on, my explanation comes to be just a little professional. Are you ready?"
 "Yes. Please continue."
 "You know the word, atom."
 "Of course. Everything in the world is made of atom."
 "Yes. And an atom is made of an atomic nucleus and electrons around it. It seems to be the solar system."

 Certainly, Kurata's talk after that seems to be strange to me and I have entered into the world of the different dimension.

 An electron in the atom exists on a certain orbit. The energy of the electron on upper orbit is bigger than the one on lower orbit. When an electron is transferred to a lower orbit, the difference of energy between the orbits is taken out as some electromagnetic wave (light). When the electromagnetic wave, of which energy is equal to the energy difference between the orbits, is absorbed, the electron is transferred to the upper orbit. The orbits of electrons aren't determined freely like the relations between planets and the sun. The orbits exist as some fixed energy. This energy is big when the frequency of the electromagnetic wave is large. The amount and the strength of the electromagnetic wave have no relations to this energy. (the energy E = hv, h is proportional constant, v is frequency)

 When the light that is larger than some frequency hits the electron on the most outside orbit and is absorbed by the electron, the electron is released from the atom. This is photovoltaic generation. If it isn't an ultraviolet ray beyond blue color, the electron isn't released. The solar panels that are produced now are made of semi-conductors. Semi-conductors have free electrons. So, they can generate electricity by visible ray of light in reality. This "h" is called Planck Constant. Planck Constant is a basis of the so-called quantum mechanics that is premised on the quantum hypothesis by Max Planck in 1900. I know only the names of relativism and quantum mechanics. I don't know the detailed contents though.

 "Kurata, an atom has a shape of the solar system."
 "Strictly saying, it's a little different. But it would be easy to understand when explaining to others, isn't it?"
 "What is the difference?"
 "The true locations and the shapes of electrons and anything in the micro world are not certain and not fixed."
 "It looks like cloud."
 "Right. And, these things what I explained were made clear by the stack of studies of lots of former researchers."
 "So, light is called both wave and particle. Researching is wonderful."
 "Shinya Yamanaka who is researching IPS cells said, "To research. It is to add a new thing, based on the things that the former researchers have studied and found, to the world.".  It is necessary to combine the efforts of many people, who are researching now, and also who passed away and won't be here anymore."
 "It's a relief to me that there are groups of good people."
 "I agree, although there are also groups of bad people."
 "Like Newton and Huygens?"
 "They are not bad. But every quarrel starts when people come together."
 "Now, wars are seen here and there. You can't start war alone."
 "There are lots of wars that are tangled by nations and races. There are also lots of wars that involve religious conflict."
 "Why are there religions?"
 "Because people can't live well when they have nothing to believe. When being painful, particularly it's necessary."
 "So, are there various religions? I hope that there is a religion by which they don't have to gather"
 "For individuals, it's important to have something to believe, if he or she is alone."
 "It isn't clear for me."
 "One's mind is difficult to see."
 "By the way, how about a rice cake?"
 "Thanks, I'll have it!"

 I enjoyed having rice cakes stuffed with bean jam and green tea. And after all, the question about the time of plants put off next time.

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 I go to the shopping area in the town to buy some comics. I turn to left in the corner of the post office, and pass in front of a MacDonald. A convenience store appears on the right. The bookstore will be soon. When I come to the front of the bookstore, it's somewhat noisy. Policemen are coming in and going out of the shop.

 "Something happened?"
 "It's shoplifting."
 "Was it caught?"
 "They seem to be junior school students."

 Such voices are heard here and there. I'm patted on the back. When I look back, Kei is there. He has a plastic bag and I can see some comics are in it. It's probably unnecessary for me to buy comics. I ask him what happened in the bookstore. A shop assistant says that the student who should be a shoplifter and was caught didn't have a book, Kei says. But it's certain that some books have disappeared, so it's said that they may be a group shoplifter.

 "I hope Satoh doesn't join in.", Kei said.
 "I hope so."

 I've heard that tens of books are stolen by shoplifting every month at this bookstore. A shop assistant who loves books was saying, "I usually pay attention to the people in the shop but I couldn't concentrate today. It can still be permitted a little if the shoplifters read the books. But they sell the books to thrift shops without reading."

 Some book that I've read recently reminds me a matter. It's possible to go to a next star from this world in a moment. It may be a dimensional break. That's so-called worm hole or worm tunnel of the quantum world. And it seems I exist in every world. But I have not experienced to meet me. "Schrodinger's Cat" is well known for an example of such phenomenon. You cannot see this cat when you try to look it. Two persons of me can't exist at the same place and time. It's just a bit regrettable. I'd like to meet another I. But let me think again. It may be unnecessary. When I'll look at me patiently (reflect myself), I'll be able to recognize various I. These various I may be the ones in the next stars. Look at oneself patiently and let's do a warp to the next star.

 Jun is talking in a television.

 "Many grown-ups are shoplifting. One of acquaintances is also shoplifting. So, you think it's permissible to shoplift. But when you are shoplifting, you know "This is bad." somewhere in your mind. There is a standard, by which a good thing and a bad thing are judged, only inside of yourself. It isn't the relative one that depends on individuals. Because there is a word "good", and there is a word "bad". It's an absolute thing, because all people know the meanings of these words and can communicate even if they don't remember a concrete good or bad thing in detail. When you'll notice the fact that "good and bad" are not outside but are inside of your mind, you'll change. You'll change to think that "bad thing" is also bad for your mind, "good thing" isn't the thing "To have to do" and will change with "To want to do". The really good thing is very pleasant naturally, just like, even if you don't try to listen to music, you're hearing naturally."

 "To do a bad thing is to injure your mind."
 "Is such consciousness transmitted to another people?"
 "Lots of people are thinking it's permissible to do bad things because there are many bad examples."
 "Well then, the future of human beings will be in utter darkness."
 "When bad minds increase, it becomes real."

 After that, shoplifters decreased in this world.

 "Jun, why did they listen to you and give up shoplifting?"
 "Do you think why it is?"
 "I can't see. Please let me know."
 "Because MIKADO said it."
 "What?"
 "I'm MIKADO here. MIKADO doesn't tell a lie. People believe MIKADO does only good things."
 "Right. If MIKADO tells a lie, it's strange."
 "It's important what you said. But it's more important who said."
 "I know. No one believes even if a liar says a wonderful thing."
 "But that's a secondhand information from "Philosophy from 14 years old" which was written by a Japanese philosopher. It fitted what I wanted to say. I used almost of all phrases from hers. I remember this book strongly because I've read it just before."
 "I feel it really true."
 "MIKADO also studies in an ordinary school until 14 years old, and decides his future by himself."
 "Everybody has a good mind and bad mind. Though people believe that MIKADO has only a good mind. It's a load for you, isn't it?"
 "It may be so. Now is the time for me to decide which way to go. Whether I'll be MIKADO or not."
 "Jun, which way do you want to go?"
 "Do you have something you can believe?"
 "Something I can believe?"           "I'm not sure now."
 "That's good. It means you are the lord of yourself."
 "But, why?"
 "To have something which you can believe, or to have someone whom you can believe, it'll become a ruler, when you need to decide something."

 It makes sense. And I thought MIKADO is believing something. Jun in this star says "Everyone knows the meaning of the words, and everyone can communicate by words.", but is a word so reliable?

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   It's my daily routine work to wipe up dew condensation of the windows in the winter morning. Mam calls me to wipe the windows. Wooden frames and stainless sashes are wet with dew. When they're wiped once, the stainless-steel sash shows a dull silver face. The wooden frame becomes blackish gradually and looks pitiful.

 "Grandpa passed away.", Mam came and told.

    "Funeral?"
    "No,we don't."

 Grandpa lived by himself. "No funeral, No Buddhist name." is his pet phrase. He doesn't want to be separated by a grave anymore, because his body has been separated from others throughout his life. He was saying, "I wish that my body is baked and becomes to pieces of dry bones and you return them to the earth. I say thanks, and I return my rental body to nature."

 "Will you do that?"
 "Yes. I'll do so."

 What are a parent and a child? Grandpa was saying, "You can't make a child with your intention, a baby will come from nature or heaven." When does the consciousness of a child generate? If the consciousness would be in the brain, the consciousness of "I" is made postnatally. But sense organs and nerve cells are made in accordance with genetic specifications. Cells are broken in sequence and also are regenerated. A body as me isn't the same one. Almost of all, cells are replaced in several years. The consciousness of "I" is like software. And the body is also something on software of genes. A gene continues from the past. If it would be so, what are a parent and a child?

 "Mam."    "What am I for you, Mam?"
 "A cute child. You are unique though. And it's you."
 "Are a parent and a child anything special?"
 "You know it's special, right?"
 "How special?"
 "We have an En (it means a relation or a connection) by which we were selected from lots of possibilities. That's a pair of parent and child. So, it's special."
 "And?"
 "Only that."
 "Only that?"
 "We were selected from lots of possibilities. Isn't it wonderful?"
 "Yes indeed. I have a good En."
 "Really?"
 "Yes."
 "Thanks."

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 I walk a snowy road to the school in a morning of winter. I walk on the fresh snow that fell yesterday. I stand the collar of coat up, I put both hands in the pockets, I look down the snowy road and I walk. The sunlight is dazzling. I narrow my eyes and I walk on the white pavement. A crystal of snow like a needle has fallen on the sleeve of my quilting coat. It's a present from heaven. The snow is sprinkled and is dancing in the deep blue sky. When I enter the classroom, the steam heaters are sounding. My cheeks loosen. Jun is coming in the room. He takes off a muffler from his neck. He warms both hands over the steam heater, and covers his ears with the hands.

  "It's cold this morning. I left my earmuffs."
  "Yes. It's very cold. But it isn't colder than alone."
  "Did you find your loneliness?"
  "Yes. Even me, there is a moment that I feel lonely."

  Jun's eyes are smiling. I also have such a moment. But at such moment, I'd like to be the one who doesn't want the help of other person. Even if everyone does nothing for me, I hold the loneliness, I look into the loneliness. I make it food and I taste it. I enjoy the loneliness and I think that I'll become abandoned and abundant.

  "I'd like to know, what you are gazing at and what you are studying then."
  "Thanks, Jun."

  Kei comes in while saying, "Bonjour. Une baguette s'il vous plait."
  "Kei, What is it? What's happen?"
  "On the way to come here, Ms. Smith was saying so and was buying a baguette."
  "And?"
  "I feel something good. A good morning, isn't it?."
  That's good. She'll have usual baguette and coffee in the morning.
  "It's in the deep blue sky with the snow crystals of this morning."
  "A baguette with crispy crust! I wanna eat it!"
  "Common daily things are wonderful."

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 The sunrise becomes early. The length of sunshine which come in from the window became short. A weather forecast is telling that first south wind of spring blew. Winds are crossing the footpath between the rice fields. Footprints of the winds are seen on the rice fields. Spring has come. And the season of hay fever has started.
 There are lots of students who wear a mask in the school. When I was talking with a teacher the other day, he said that he took some medicine for decreasing the reactions against the pollen. The medicine makes the person sleepy. So the instruction of the medicine says "Be careful about driving a car". I sympathize with him. How many people wear a mask and are taking medicine all over the world? Immunity system reacts and hay fever occurs. This may also be a counterattack of the life.

 The hackberry which is in the riverside was only a trunk and branches during winter. But many sprouts of young leaves have come out now. This big old tree is called Grandpa of Hackberry by everyone. His bark seems to be an elephant. He'll be covered by multicolored green leaves soon. He get dressed, and he'll become a nice grandpa soon.

 When I saw a big old tree, I often remember the poem below.

      The one who named me as Heizoh
      is dad passed away
      Who named this pine tree as pine
      in the beginning

      You, Pine tree

      Even if cut down by this big saw
      You live your life green
      I sit down and count each annual rings
      in the cut end of the pine tree

      "Heizoh's poem" by Shouhei Kiyama

 There was also such a poem of Shouhei Kiyama

      It's raining on the clogs left in the veranda
      Begin to get wet and leave it in such condition
      Let them get drenched more
      My 50 years almost ends up like that

      "50 years" by Shouhei Kiyama

 I heard some beep sounds. When I looked back and tried to check it, a dusky thrush was picking a flower of a camellia. Though it was still half of 50 years, I found I was a college student.

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 When I came to the university, I saw the gate was lockout. The polices line riot-shields up in front of the gate. I felt that I'm in the moment of "The Strawberry Statement" which is 50 years ago. After all, I entered the Mr.Donut which is in front of the gate of the university in order to have a rest. I put an "Old Fashion" on the tray and went to the counter.

 "With whipped cream, please."
 "Do you eat in?"
 "Yes."
 "How about a cup of coffee today?"
 "Oh, add it please. Thanks"

 I take the seat beside the window where I can see the gate of the university. The piano cover BGM of "The rose" is being played. I feel comfortable. I sip the coffee. The usual fragrance and refreshing bitterness spread in the mouth. I get relaxed and take a rest. When I look outside, I find a slender silhouette which is lighted by the riot-shields reflection light. The silhouette raises his right hand up, and he is coming here. He passes in front of the counter without stopping and,

 "Good day!"
 "Good morning. How's everything?"
 "Just so-so."
 "That sounds good. Just so-so is the best."

 Kei picked up one piece of my Old Fashion, and threw it into his mouth. Kei talked that we can't get any lectures on campus, so Mr.Nakayama talked about a concentrated lecture at Jozankei for us. Mr.Nakayama is the teacher in charge of the first foreign language course in the first grade. Mr.Nakayama was nicknamed "Black Gourd" because of suntanned ski face. Jozankei is his ski territory. He said that we can pass exam without test if we attend the lecture without speaking Japanese at all throughout the training camp. That's that he seems to say.

 I carried a knapsack, and we gathered in front of the inn in the morning of the day when the training camp starts. A Haley Davidson came with low sounds. The sounds made us look back. The driver was a foreigner of round face, circle glasses and roundish plump body. Mr.Nakayama appeared in the front door as if he had heard the sounds at that time.

 "Eugene Smith. He is the native American who helps us to learn."
 "Nice to see you, everyone."
 "Hi, Gene."
 "Don't speak Japanese from now on."
 "Got it!"

 The training camp has started. The beginning is a lesson in the room, and the teaching material is "The catcher in the rye" of J. D. Salinger. The questions, the opinions and the impressions are being described while the participants read by turns. Everyone tells unique matters in English, so the reading doesn't progress easily. The morning lesson has ended in such air.

 "OK. Read it out by tomorrow."
 "Oh, it's serious."
 "Don't complain."

 It's fine, warm and the sky is clear. So we go out to enjoy outdoor class in the afternoon. We felt it so formal that we called each other by the real name. So everyone is going to call each other by a nickname. It's self-selection. I decided to be called "May". Kei said "It fits well." Kei seems to be called "Kei". I say "It's convenient, isn't it?". "Yes it is.", Kei says. Various types of nicknames were appeared. Some is from Mansfield's works and some is from Gundam world. They are slightly original and fascinating. But no one calls "Black gourd". He proposed to be called "Tell". "Tell" seems to be the nickname of his student age which he was studying abroad. We walk with Gene. We talk about the appearance, characteristics of Gene and his motorcycle rather than would like to talk with a native. He may remind us Holden who is the main character of "The catcher in the rye". But I think Kei is more suitable for Holden. Gene is too fat.

 The training camp ended safely and we seem to get the unit diploma happily. Today, I help Kei to change his apartment. He don't have much things. We pulled a few baggage which were put on his old skis along the shallow snow roads.

 "I remember the downtown trouble the other day."
 "I'm sorry for having you worry."
 "You didn't come on time, so we worried about you."
 "It was bad that I was short of money for the train, and decided to walk in the snow."
 "It was a snowstorm in the afternoon."
 "Both thighs fitted into snow, and I couldn't walk anymore."
 "You were lucky for arriving somehow."
 "Yes, it was a good experience."
 "Was it a good training for you?"
 "Yes indeed, a few trainings should be done desperately."
 "I saw you were hitching a frozen towel on your arm."
 "On my way to come, I dropped in a public bath. That's the reason why I was short of money for the train charge."
 "You know, that's a retribution."
 "Yes. And misfortunes never came alone."
 "Oh? why? what happened?"
 "One of my contact lens was dropped on the snow. Though I looked for it, I couldn't find it."
 "That's really the same as the saying that misfortunes never come alone."

 The foreign language course has ended, so we plan to have a farewell party. When I told it to Black Gourd, he proposed a spring ski in Mt. Taisetsu. When he was young, he visited there once and was charmed by the grandness. One of the member of the wonder forgel club attend the skiing. Every member gathered in front of Sapporo station at 6:00 morning. It's early spring, but the temperature is below zero. Our breath looks white. It's two nights and three days visit, so we don't need to have so much luggage. But we have skis and bags, and it's early morning. So everyone moves dull. We took a warm at the waiting room in the station. The indication which tells arrival on the train is confirmed, and we pass the ticket gate while pushing and shoving. We board the train, and put the skis and bags in the luggage area, then we get relaxed

 "Will you show me the seal skin?"
 "I don't have it. I don't use it in this time."
 "Oh, it's regrettable. By the way, does it violate Ramsar Convention?"
 "It's enough old, so I think it's out of violation."
 "I know a good synthetic seal." The member of wonder forgel club guy says.
 "We don't use them. Because we climb on foot this time."
 "Climb on foot! Really?"
 "Yes. The scenery of the top of the mountain will be fantastic. I'm sure you like it."
 "Well, well, well"
 "It's a joke. We will climb by ropeway."
 "We could walk up to the top of the mountain in summer ,and would be able to ski on the back of the vast slope of the mountain."
 "This time, we can enjoy skiing in the forest course."

 While speaking, the train has arrived at Asahikawa station. We ride on a bus from the station and arrive at the ropeway station of Mt. Taisetsu. It goes straight to The Pond of Mirror station just under the top of the mountain. After we drop in the inn and put the baggage, we take the ropeway and go up. When I look down the slope, I see snowboarders are enjoying. Sprays of snow are dancing, so I find it's a good powder snow.

 "Here we are."
 "It's too cold. How about tasting a glass of hot wine, doesn't it?"
 "Nice idea but later. It'll be warm soon. Let's enjoy skiing."
 "Look! What's that?"
 "What on earth?"

 We see a group who are coming down from the top of the mountain. Their ski heads are floating up on the snow surface. All the members wear white suits. It looks like slim snowmen are skiing in line. I found something like a stick on their backs.

 "They're The Northern Branch of SDF."
 "Is that stick an automatic rifle?"
 "I don't know. Why are they here?"
 "Put it aside. How marvelous their ski techniques are!"
 "I suppose they climbed on foot, and came down."
 "It's serious."
 "I have not done such hard work lately."
 "I'm already lack of such power."
 "It's like the conversation of the aged people, isn't it? OK, let's go!"

 The member of wonder forgel club who is a Sapporoite starts skiing. I start skiing to follow his back too. The sprays of snow are going up on the back. The back and the back of the head of the Sapporoite are covered with white snow immediately.

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 The Heian Street is still dark, and no one is walking. As I walk, the streetlights are making my shadow sometimes double and sometimes triple. A car runs now and then with making the harsh noise of tires. When I look up the dark blue western sky, I see a croissant (crescent), Venus, and Jupiter. They are making a slant line from the horizon to the sky. I feel it lucky. I go up a gentle slope and enter into a byway to the left. When I enter the bakery from the backyard, Shin has already been working with blenders.

 "Please do alcohol sterilization of cold plates, baking trays, and racks."
 "Got it."

 The university introduced this shop to me and I'm working part-time here. Shin is a freelance baker. He is guiding me now. I'm sure that the operational guidance for the student who works early in the morning is quite hard, so I pay regard to him. We make the baguettes and the buns for the downtown restaurants mainly. The baguettes are the bread which the professional cook in the downtown restaurants use.Shin is forming the dough of baguettes to a stick of the length of 80cm, while opening both arms to left and right from the front. While expanding both arms to left and right, he makes his palms wave and makes the dough a stick by fingers and palms. At the same time the tension of the surface is produced. The formed dough is lighted by the fluorescent lights and looks worried on the workbench. Shin lifts the dough stick by both hands quietly and brings onto a sheet of sailcloth and moves the sailcloth to its side, so that an infant may be held. The dough stick is satisfied with this U-shaped bed and is relieved. Ten and several beds like this are being made per a sheet of sailcloth.

 "Prepare French toasts using yesterday's baguettes please."
 "Got it. How many today?"
 "Fifteen or sixteen. Cut half of them slantingly, and the rest are half-cut."
 "OK."
 "I made a bowl of egg mixture liquid. Here it is."

 Katsu who is one of my fellow take out a bowl of seasoning liquid from the refrigerator under the workbench. I cut the half number of baguettes into 15 or 16 centimeters of length. And I cut each of them half in the length direction like a hot dog bread. The rest are cut slantingly like an ordinary sliced baguette. The thickness is slightly rather thick 3 centimeters. Each is being soaked in the bowl in turn.

 "Hey! Head of a bread has not soaked. The customer will be disappointed, if it'll be tasteless, when eating the first bite of it."
 "Oh, yes! I missed."

 I soak tens of bread in the egg mixture liquid and take them out. I put 6 of them on one baking tray. The baking trays are put on a rack. French toast of the half-cut baguette is my favorite one. This is my lunch every day. The division of English muffin is the next routine work. I think that I became to be able to feel finding out the difference of 5g recently, while separating the dough into 70g each. I can cut them in the correct weight without seeing the scale now. I think the sense of mankind is wonderful.

 The time runs fast when I'm working. The working members of next shift time came in. Kei is one of them. The next shift time is almost the same as an ordinary company starts to work. Baker's morning starts early. Shin and I finish working. I say Hi to Kei, and we go out. Do you ask me what to do from now on? Shin is a technician of martial arts. He guides me at this district. This morning, I'll practice kendo(Japanese fencing) at the gym managed by Shin.

 "Shin, I feel strong pressure from you ,when I'm confronted with you. Where are you looking at?"
 "I'm gazing how the partner are breathing."
 "Can you see the breath?"
 "Yes. When the partner breathes out, you must not attack him. You shall be in defense."
 "I can't see any breath."
 "You'll be able to see it soon."
 "Thanks, I hope so."

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 Today is the day of morning training. The framed panel on which "Defense, Offense and Independence" was written, and which is on the wall, is looking down us. I practiced a club activity in a small training gym in my high school age. It was the place where sea breezes enter through the open windows. I sweated many times. But now, I lose the sense of the soles of bare feet by the coldness of the floor here. It makes my mind clear. I can see the movement of my partner at a moment. I feel that my senses become keen here. I see the partner's sword are coming down to me. I have my sword slide up against the partner's sword, and I cut it down by my sword.

 "You're energetic more this morning."
 "Really?"
 "Do you have something good?"
 "It may be the part-time work of bakery."
 "Is that so?"
 "When my heart is unmanageable, I knead the dough of this bread firm."
 "And?"
 "I feel refreshed. No noisy feeling."
 "I agree. And thinking of the dough of bread, it's good when I round it."
 "How good is it?"
 "The feeling of the palm. I feel I'm fingering Venus's breasts."
 "That seems to fit you."
 "Which way you'll take, it's better to lead by your willpower."
 "Yes. Now, shall we start cleaning the floor? Do we wipe it?"
 "Dust! It is a cosmic dust. it's a stellar piece. It's wasteful to clean."
 "OK, you are right. But anyway, let's start cleaning."

 I attended two lectures after morning training, and it was lunch. We were served large croquettes in a dinner of the cottage where we stayed the other day. I remember warmth of the croquette seems to sink in for the hungry bodies which enjoyed skiing in cold snow.

 "Hungry! What will you have?"
 "The croquette set-menu!"
 "Then... The ginger stir-fry set-menu of pork!"
 "As you already know, we learned the etymology of a word in the second lecture, and we learned it derives from a poem."
 "Yes?"
 "The poem was also derives from a poem of Tao, and moreover, it continued from a word of Lao. A word continues for thousands of years."
 "You remember well."
 "We learned it just a short while ago."
 "Oh, yes."
 "I thought the continuation of a word was wonderful, though thousands of years have passed."
 "Something important may be an invisible thing like a word."
 "Even if the word is forgot, the reverberation is remembered for a long time."
 "It sometimes says that the truth exists in invisible thing. The truth is like a wind which isn't visible and is a seasonal prolog."
 "Oriental shadow adoration? The dark shadows have the lights stand out."

 The talk with Kei, which is peculiar in adolescence and slightly metaphysical but somewhat serious, and which can't slight, is fascinating. I have experiences of wandering some mountains alone in summer. I remember that I camped out in the woods. When I lay on the ground in the utterly darkness and buried my face in the sleeping bag, I heard the sound and the sign which invisible things give, and I felt the warmth of the earth being transmitted from the ground. I felt that the real world and the other world might be close surprisingly while falling asleep. Do you think a wood and a grass have their minds? If you could talk with people in the same way of talking with wind and moonlight, the world would be wonderful. I was walking not to fall from rocky stretch in the mountain ridge next morning. When I looked up the sky, there was a shadowgraph. The shadowgraph of clouds was moving. Several rays of morning sun came down through the shadow. The thick and piled black clouds were torn. The bottom of the ceiling of the sky which is lapis lazuli blue was seen. Vermeer's lapis lazuli blue reminds it to me even now.

 Fixed period liaison meeting of the club is planned. I walk to the college hall where the meeting will be open. The trees of gingko in the promenade expose nude branches in the cold air. Strong winds blow. The branches shake. That shaking made me remember that there was a promenade of maples in the university where Jun works. We have contacts by The Face book and The Line. But the conversation through the media makes me feel something is missing. It is quite unsatisfactory. I remember what he is doing now. I also remember that such a conversation has been done about words as below.

 "A word would have the nuance of the word when it is said. So there are feelings beyond the meaning of a word."
 "Yes it is. Even if you tell the same words, something transmitted is quite different by the way of speaking."
 "The words which has been using lengthily, has the power of the words. So, it's possible to try to show the power so that it may have that, even if you ask only its help and you don't have that in reality."
 "It's professional politician's familiar way just as "Confronted Sincerely."It's professional politician's common technique as "Confronted Sincerely."It's a finger marked words, isn't it? Even the world of business is the same. "The dead insurance" is being paraphrased into "the life insurance"."
 "I think we have to pay attention to the words which is used in media. Finger marks are hard to see."

 "Though I'd like to express it when I felt something in my heart, sometimes I can only express a part of it, and I can't express it fully."
 "When I express a thing in words, I feel that only a part of it can be expressed with the words."
 "But I have to express it in words. Because, if I don't express it, what I was impressed by hearts is left, and not expressed."
 "Something is left by expressing in words. It's short though. And also, there is something transmitted by the things which aren't told."
 "It's a wonder, isn't it?"
 "In that case, eyes, voices and the aerial sense tell your mind as it is. It isn't a talk only to want to tell."

 I remember June. I shut my eyes and breathe deeply. My heart becomes calm.

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 When I'm looking at the news, The title, "The despair was pointed to the people. How can we cut off this hopeless chain?", has dived in my eyes. A terrorism seems to have happened again at the downtown area. This article reminds me what some person told. He has been developing rockets at a small factory in a local town.

 "Impossible to do such a thing!".To cut off the chain of this groundless words which keep being called since the childhood decreases the ones who go to misconduct. In some school, when I explained how to make a rocket and how nice it is, the bad boys stamped on shoes, hit their desks with palms and didn't listen to me. But I thought they were trying to make me angry, so I kept patient. It's fascinating to make a model rocket. After the class ended, the bad boys became making a rocket, and helped me to clean up the place after all.

 My mind was wandering for a while. I put jam of fig on a sesame bread and eat it. Both colors are like soil, but I think sesame and fig are a good harmony. Remaining fig became jam. It seldom remains, so the jam of fig is valuable for me. There is a cup of yogurt beside the bread. It looks like a white marshmallow in the clear glass cup. When I look at a window, a cloud like a piece of candy-floss is moving.

 I go out the house and walk a residential area to the school. There is a person who crouched in the garden. Light purple of the flowers of lavender are shaking. When I say, "The lavenders are beautiful.", then the voice of "Thank you very much." returns. Flowers in spring seem to ease to make friends. A barn in a farm was seen over the light purple flowers of lavender.

 A black image of Anubis god is put in front of big wooden doors of the barn. A replica car of tens of years old Morris are parking aside of the barn. A silhouette has stood aside of the car. It opens the door, and rides in. The car goes on the unpaved road in front of the barn, and it goes into the road of two lanes. It has run away without any noise.

 Morris is parking in a basement garage in a building of a city. Tatami is laid out like a judo hall in the center of a large room on the middle floor. Ten people are confronting each other on the tatami. They take oblique stances and look as if they have a stainless bowl by both hands. One of the person steps forward. The person thrusts at the partner with a fist. When a palm of the partner receives the fist, The attacker falls for the rear as if the thrust was bounced by one's own power.

 A person hands down not only a state of consciousness but someone can transmit unconsciousness to others. This is common in the natural world. Sports, accomplishments and martial arts are to keep and develop unconsciousness. Don't make an easy thing a complex one. A right-handed person is hard to use chopsticks by the left hand. In daily use, everyone is not conscious of the fingers of the hand ,how to use them one by one. But every right-handler can use chopsticks by the left hand, if trained.
There is the people who can communicate unconsciousness here.

 The time of sunrise became early. I'm caring for the grasses and the flowers in the garden. Though I pulled off some weeds yesterday, different weeds have already grown up. If you would leave them, it would become full of weeds, and various animals hide in here and there. Earthworms, pill bugs and ants are quite popular. Lizards, snakes, a raccoon, and a civet who runs after frogs. They will be seen too. Two or three stray cats also live in. Though it's a small garden, the cats never come across. When you see one of them, you can't see another cats. They are enjoying this "Time Difference Residence".

 Someone says, "The lavenders are beautiful." At such a moment, The vigour comes up from the morning. The voice, the tone, and the air which are around the words reverberate. The voice of "Thank you very much!" goes out unconsciously. Day care taxi comes to welcome my mother today. It's serious for everyone to live a life. Daily business work and housework and the human relations which sticks to and cannot be avoided. Unless you can judge continuous daily trouble appropriately and fill your heart at peace with yourself in the daily life, you wear down your nerves. There are lots of things which you think important in the daily trouble. You think you have to turn a barrier to keep a sheep. Important things make a person get tired.

 A Japanese kanji character of "Kizuna(=bond/connection/relation)" is also read as "Hodashi(=captivity/restraint)". When you are captivated by affection, you are in a deep and vast marsh. You should take a balance between "Kizuna" and "Hodashi". In the nature, everything is connected successfully. It seems to cooperate each other and often to fight, but cooperates totally. It doesn't ask for Kizuna only and doesn't emphasize Hodashi only.

 You don't need to request, and you don't need to notice something to give. You may have a good memory or such air only. When you'd like to do something to someone, it's enough only that you are there. You don't need to request. Don't try to give something to yourself and others. It is the only one thing that you believe and respect. It's not easy though.

 Well, at this pleasant morning, I'll give water to the flowers. The fragrance of the sage is floating. The branches of sage develop too much. I'll trim them a little.

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 A barn in a farm. A ray of light streams from a gap of the doors. Anubis's and Morris's outlines are coming up. Voices in the barn.

 "Breathe out slowly."
 "My palms became warm."
 "Continue the breathing."
 "There's a light."

 There was a silhouette in the shadow of the door. The silhouette dissolved in darkness and wasn't seen anymore soon.

 The voice of the television is telling something in the main building. It's the first anniversary after an earthquake disaster. The voice is telling the matters in the nuclear accident of Fukushima. The moot point is told. Failsafe and fault tolerance were not considered seriously at the time of a nuclear power plant design and there wasn't a person who goes to the pollution area to replenish the goods necessary to restoration. No backup system. How is it now?

 I ask Kurata the matter. He has just dropped in my house.

 "Kurata, why we can't?"
 "Because the science is the religion."
 "Is the science the religion?  We say safety myth of nuclear power plant, don't you? "
 "Science started with two beliefs like the religion."
 "What are the two?"

 "There's no choice. Only to believe the uniformity and the dualism. These two can't be proved."
 "Is that so?"

 A few clouds are floating in light blue sky. A gray heron is flying over the tree tops of pin oaks that line up along the riverside. A lady who is pushing a buggy is coming. Breeze is nice. A child who is coming to the kindergarten is hopping around her.

 "Nice morning, isn't it?"
 "Hi, oh my, an angleworm. There is an angleworm!"
 "It so nice today. So, it comes out."
 "Angleworm, bye-bye."
 "Hey, that's a bird."
 "The bird are picking the angleworm."
 "Are you hungry?"
 "I wonder if it's delicious."

 Someone is mowing the grass in the field along the river. Every time the grass is cut, I heard a scream. Voice of the grass. I've already got accustomed to hearing it. But the sense cutting the life is accumulated. It's not easy to shut feeling unconsciousness even if I shut the eyes. It may be better for you not to be able to feel unconsciousness. This field was fallow last year. I plan to make some vegetables this year. Carrots doesn't grow up in this area, unless you sow the seeds until the rainy day which is between now and the Seven Stars Festival "Tanabata". If it doesn't rain and you give them water, you'll have to keep giving them water after all. The voice of "Carrots and human beings are same." is heard in my head. It's TAKE's.

  "Hi! How's everything?   Are your body well?"
  "Not bad."
  "How's the volunteer work in A-bomb library?"
  "As usual."
  "Sounds good.  How's the tomatoes done?"
  "Will you continue to do it next week?"
  "Got it."

 TAKE is a survivor of the atomic bombing. He is a life scientist, college professor and farmer. The fellow members help him. Not only TAKE but everyone in this area around here is the same. The one who has physical strength helps the one who hasn't. TAKE has been talking about the experience of A-bomb at several junior high schools of Japan. I've ever heard such words from him.

 "Once when an American young one listened to my talk, then he came to see me after the talk and said,"
 "I can't say I'm sorry. Because the lives of lots of American young soldiers were saved."

            Burnt bones put into
            a baked and hollowed lunch box
            is the only thing that is real.   

 "I threw away the grudge. I found out when I did fact telling."
 "What is it?"
 "If I have a grudge, it'll be transmitted unconsciously."
 "Is it?"
 "Everyone feels unconsciousness."
 "It isn't only the talk to be transmitted. The state of your mind at that time is transmitted."
 "Are you happy now?   Do you like yourself?"
 "Yes."
 "That's good!"

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          I am sure there is something much deeper, something lasting and significant. Those who dwell, as scientist or layman, among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life. Whatever the vexations or concerns of their personal lives, their thoughts can find paths that lead to inner contentment and to renewed excitement in living. Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.

          from Rachel Carson's The Sense of Wonder

 In a morning, I heard the song of a bird. I saw the outside through a window. A pigmy woodpecker was picking bugs while jumping over trees in the garden. I find lots of birds on the riverside pavement. They seem busy. Two ducks are flying over the field in parallel. Starlings and white wagtails are going and are coming between surface of the water and the field. There are also thrushes and wrens. The birds seem busy in early summer.

 Flowers of chestnut trees fell. Many burs that have about 2 or 3 centimeters' diameter can be seen at the place where the flowers had gone out. Trees seem to be living their life quietly compared with noisiness of the animals.

 Starlings are gliding in the sky. Starlings open their wingtips of triangle wings, like the angel's wings and like the flaps of airplane. One gray heron is pausing in a ridge between rice paddies where water has just been filled. The rices which have been just planted are standing in line. They receive the sunlight that is reflected off the surface of the water, and are flashing in a breeze. I like turning points of seasons. I feel a piece of summer is hiding somewhere.

 The university is in a big city. I'm having a cup of coffee in a STARBUCKS in the station. I'm watching vacantly the people who walk through the concourse while twisting their body and slipping through the crowd. The one who hangs an umbrella on his arm are coming into the shop. The man who is over the counter asks,

 "Is it raining in the outside?"
 "Yes."
 "Thanks. I've been in the inside from this morning. I wanted to know it."

 I'm reading a book. It's silent in the rainy day's library.

           It may be seen as a roundabout way but it is the shortcut for producing real science and technology
           to know nature at first, to know creatures and to know human.

           In a person, there is the one who is growing up by contacting with others,
           and there is also the other one who is growing up by facing oneself.

           One can enter into the gate of science by head, and also with heart.
           I think science has such face.

             "Note of a Life-scientist" by Keiko Nakamura

 When I read such a book as assigned reading books of genomic analysis with "The discovery of DNA" by Watson Click, I thought that "to know" is different from "to understand/digest". "To feel" is necessary for "to understood/digest". You feel gaps in the contact with others. Oneself is growing up by feeling these gaps. When I checked what kinds of contents they have by the syllabus to choose courses of the university, I thought that there is a pair of books which are different type. Active learning is popular in recent classes. We often discuss quite essential things passionately. It's fascinating.

 "TAKE, the other day's session was fascinating."
 "That's good."    "What was fascinating?"
 "Everyone seemed to enjoy the discussion."
 "I've been trained in drama for it."
 "That's why you are good at motivating us."
 "Maybe but, not only that?"
 "Did you use unconsciousness?"
 "No I didn't. Because all of the students might not be able to feel unconsciousness explicitly."
 "The session of IPS cell was also fascinating."
 "Is that so?"
 "I wonder that only four genes can work for making an IPS cell, even though a person has twenty-three thousand genes."
 "One gene in the four genes was found to be able to be replaced with different gene."
 "Really?"
 "Don't you think creatures are vague?"
 "Sure."
 "I think these adaptability and flexibility are really fit for living things."
 "I'm not sure"
 "This expression was a little vague, wasn't it?"
 "I'd like to say that creatures have enough backup routes."
 "Right. It's a wonder."

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          My heart
          Bring me there please
          To the far place
          Farther than the horizon
          Farther than the stars
          To the place where I can exchange smiles with the dead
          I can hear the sound of heartbeat of the being born fetus
          To the far place, my heart
          Far beyond our silly idea
          Bring me there
          To the far place
          Farther than hope
          Far beyond despair                              "To the far place"

 "The stock prices are fluctuated widely."
 "HFT, High Frequency Trading, caused the fluctuation."
 "Is it?"  "What's HFT?"
 "There're such computers as looking for the exchanges with the different prices momentarily, buying it when the price is low, and selling it when the price is high, in the speed of 1/100,000 second."
 "Why do the stock prices fluctuate widely?"
 "Because several computers do a similar thing, they compete and run out of control."
 "I see. Do we have any measures to correct?"
 "The computer gets the way to memorize lots of examples and learn by oneself. It is called Deep Learning. It's impossible to know what kind of result it'll be and it's impossible to control it from outside."
 "Dealers in the stock markets will become only guardians of the markets."
 "The contents of a human's work are changing according to the development of the computer."  "There's another example close to our daily life."
 "What is it?"
 "Have you tried shopping on the internet?"
 "Yes, of course."
 "Have you ever experienced such a state as the price in your shopping cart was changed a little?"
 "Yes.  I felt it strange."
 "The computer was changing the price by watching the rivals' prices as of then and also the customer's information."
 "I see.  It was just as I thought."
 "I've been thinking the world of AI (Artificial Intelligence) is in the future, but it has started already."
 "It's hard to feel the actual existence of AI.  It is also a characteristic of AI."
 "We can see a server but can't see a cloud."
 "Yes."

 AI is a little different from a usual computer program. When it's connected with sensors and actuators, it can get sight, hearing and sense of touch, and can appeal to the outside autonomously. That's similar to a corporation. Even if it is guilty as a result, It's not clear whether the specific individual who composes the corporation takes the guilt. AI works for the owner at present and doesn't consider the influence exerted on society.

 "In case of a person, the one thinks that one knows oneself best, but also the one sometimes feels that oneself is the last thing to understand.  I'd like to expect that AI will be able to see it."
"Yes.  I think so too."

 Someone said that oneself is not the thing to look for but the thing to be created. It's most important for creating oneself to sense and learn the real world through one's body directly. You can't continue to create yourself without it. It may be important for AI that AI also knows various real things in the world with its body. Deep learning is recently being tried between the electronic brain and the sense organs of hands of a robot.

 "That's good."
 "It's a symptomatic treatment for decreasing the evil of HFT. The aim of the treatment is to set some delay time while buying and selling a stock, isn't it? "
 "Yes. But I think these kinds of things will happen one after another. It's hard to cease."
 "If it'll be so, it's the same as smartphone."
 "Rachel Carson's comment was to the real goods, but this one is to the invisible things."
 ""In some case, a person is more excellent than a computer because of the ability of forget. The personality is formed by how to be left the memories. According to the recent biology, fingers don't shape a hand by developing, but are made by decreasing between the fingers. Nature is designed as such. A person's heart is made naturally. It is made by forgetting lots of the past. It isn't made by intending to make it. It isn't made by piling up it."
 "The experiences that seem to be useless are not in vain, are they?"
 "Right."
 "The things which form ourselves may be the ones which look like wasteful things."
 "And it's a fun to take a stroll."
 "When you can waste your time, enjoy yourself."
 "Oh, I made a mistype during talking and doing the net shopping."
 "What happened?"
 "I have ordered eleven packs of couvertures."
 "Well, the wasteful things will form yourself certainly."

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 I'm walking in the morning atmosphere of summer. A skyscraper is gradually seen over the road. A person who passed out is lying down on a sidewalk in a valley of buildings. A young one is yelling and wandering alone. I can't catch what he said. I'm concentrating how to arrange today's work. I walk to the nearest station. A dried up angleworm like the Greek letter Epsilon is seen on the sunny place of sidewalk. When I turned my eyes away to the other side of the street, oleanders in the strengthened sunlight seemed to be shaking by the strong sun shine.

 The train I rode has arrived at the junction station. I have to change the beltline. When trying to come down stairs in the crowd on the platform, I'm seized with a strange sense. The crowd is moving like the water that drops. I felt myself falling into a waterfall. "Terrible." Several screams are felt in the gray unconsciousness. "Terrible." Since there are so much people, I don't know from where the feelings come. The sense that has become accustomed is piling up again. At that moment, I thought it good, if I would not feel unconsciousness.

 In the train I changed, I feel something hit my back. When I turn my face, there are two bags hitched upon a shoulder. I step forward a little. A voice of "Stupid", was heard in my head. Then the bags moved to the door. After a while, a scream is rung.

 "Stupid! Don't step on my foot!"

 A man near the door is apologizing.

 I walk along a sidewalk along the river that flows through a downtown from the station to the office. The morning sunlight lights the shallow river bed with gold and chubs are seen crawling. It ripples. A whirligig beetle is passing through on the surface of the water. I notice that I forgot about the work.

 It's difficult to arrange and maintain one's body, and to do always good in the city life. But we can have such a relaxed time sometimes. It reminds me Jun is always gentle, whenever I see him. I think "Why?" I'll expand the consciousness.

 "Jun, why are you always so cool?"
 "Maybe it's because I'm self-sufficient."
 "Self-sufficiency? Isn't it different from independence?"
 "No. One's idea should be respected, but anything should not be expected from the one."
 "How different is it from the independence?"
 "I think that I have an interest, I worry by myself, I feel pleasantly, and it ends in itself."
 "Don't you feel lonely?"
 "No, I'm not lonely."
 "Why?"
 "Because everyone comes and asks why I am cool."
 "I see."

  I walk along the riverside of the town on a holiday. The sun is sizzling. The sun is shining so that I may hear the sound of heat. When I'm walking on the esplanade, the sense of caution has come. Just then a bicycle grazes my right arm. It's running unsteadily because the driver is gazing at the display of smartphone. I murmur "Dangerous.", and look at the direction where the sense has come. I found a gray heron on a treetop of a pin oak. It is looking at me.

  Then I notice the grandpa of hackberry wrapped by deep green leaves is wearing orange color. There are small orange fruits here and there of the branches. A dusky thrush is coming and seems to be looking how the things are. A black swallowtail butterfly is fluttering, and flowing to the treetop. There will be an updraft. Flowers of lupine are shaking in a breeze. A long-legged wasp is coming with the breeze and seems to evaluate things here and there. It's popular for us to swim standing style in the river. The long-legged wasp is flying standing style. It goes to the next okra field by flying standing style, and is flying in the floral intervals of okra which is standing in line. Line number one, line number two and line number three...... line number six, line number seven and line number eight. Lines of okra continue far away. I hear the voice sung somewhere.

           A bee is in a flower
           A flower is in a garden
           A garden is in walls
           Walls are in a town
           A town is in a country
           A country is in the world
           The world is in the God

           And the God is ...
           The God is in a small bee.             "A bee and the God"

 "SHI?"
 "Can you see?"
 "Yes. What's happen?"
 "The eyes of the bee are me."
 "Oh, where are you now?"
 "In a big city of global back."
 "Thank you. You'd be a great help."
 "You too. Please say hello to Grandpa of hackberry."

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 When I'm walking the downtown, my eyes catch a vivid orange. One snake gourd is shaking over the wall of a lumber shop. Green of the leaves of trees along the stream in the town have faded. A couple of burs of a chestnut tree broke and the brown berries of the chestnut are showing their noses. The leaves of tomatoes in TAKE's field have withered and several defective tomatoes stay in vain. I think I have to put them away soon. A physical exercise makes an idea developed. Study and field labor are a good combination. The voice "That's right." sounds in my head.

 "How're the tomatoes, TAKE? Shall we stop?"
 "Yes please. By the way, do you know a hippocampus?"
 "The hippocampus in a brain?  The person who has a big hippocampus is good at cramming study."
 "That's a new theory, isn't it?"
 "And why, hippocampus?"
 "When you take exercise, the memory saved in the hippocampus is shifted to the cerebral cortex quickly."
 "Is that's so?  It's a surprise.  But why?"
 "It's because a nervous communication cord, synapse, often develops quickly, when you exercise."
 "Study and field labor are really the good combination."
 "Right. But it's also important to sleep."
 "Why?"
 "Because this shift of a memory happens while you are sleeping."
 "I see."
 "This is an extracurricular class."
 "Thanks a lot, TAKE."

 When I asked Kurata about vegetable time, he talked just like below.

 "The protein that controls vegetable time is different from that of animals, but the organization is same. It's shaped like the feedback loop that copies a clock gene or disturbs to copy a clock gene."
 "Some series of genes are giving instructions to make the respective protein at the time when respectively different in a day."

 The plants have nothing like a hippocampus, but it seems to be the same as animals about the time which becomes a basis of life activity. As animals move, a memory of place is important for animals. The animals memorize the related location and time. How does a plant memorize time? The cosmoses in the garden bloom every year. They seem to feel the time of sunrise and sunset at every season. I hope that the plants feel lights, and that they may memorize the time by every cell of them.

 I go to the small field by the hill-top after a long interval. There is a lane in the woods now, so I don't need to continue pushing bamboo leaves aside to climb the hill. I see the field is covered with clovers. I'm slightly relieved. I stretched myself out on the green carpet and breathed out. It's quiet also now here. A breeze is nice for the sweaty body. There are acorns here and there. I notice lots of them are green. There were chinquapins, oaks, tabs, maples and various trees in the field. I look around. There aren't some trees. Young cedars are planted instead of them. I catch the sound of bamboo grass's rustle from the lane. Two men are coming into the field. I stand up.

 "It's a Surprise!  I thought there was a wild bear."
 "Hello.  I'm sorry to have you surprised.  Nice day, isn't it?  By the way, did you cut the maple tree?"
 "Yes."
 "That's a regret."
 "There was a person who wants the tree.", the elder one replies.
 "Butterflies, bees came and also beetles and dusky thrushes came."
 "They may not come to the cedar but it'll be a good wood."
 "Are you a forest ranger?"
 "Yes."
 "Let me see ..."
 "Do you live in nearby town?"
 "I have often come before."
 "I see. Please don't step on the roots of the young cedars."
 "I see.  I'd like to go."

 I hold the feeling that I'm not quite happy, and I go down the hill. The ones who have only heard and have only read the word of maple mostly don't know real and concrete detailed image of maples. So, I think that they can't talk about maples deeply. But the men of a forest office are professionals of woods. It was regrettable that I couldn't communicate with these people. Even if you use same words, you can't understand the real intention when your partner couldn't imagine the reality of the word.

 When I'm going down the mountain path while considering such things, I hear a voice in my head.

 "Hi, how's everything?"
 "Oh, TAKE.    I couldn't communicate with forest rangers."
 "I felt your hum of unconsciousness, so I called you."
 "I think the Japanese forestry is difficult and ..."
 "I agree.  You have an appropriate fellow who can talk exactly.  Hey, Kei"
 "What's happen, TAKE?"
 "Kei, a Bachelor of Forestry, Would you join and talk with us?"

 And we continued the talk with Kei. That was very interesting. Japanese forestry has not been running economically after 1970's. It has been performed as a public works project of forest maintenance in the name of the environment. But we knew that it will not be good if it will be as it was. For maintaining a Japanese forest in the good state, he said that we need the view and the new mechanism of making forests. We need to bring up the person who supports the view and the new mechanism. And also we need the social system for the people of using and managing the forest and possessing the mountain. The social system makes them cooperate each other. We have to consider reproduction system of forests that isn't a big burden for the next generation. A vague image of environmental protection and the wealth of forests as the lumber production are out of date. There was no scientific data to think such things, so he said he started to make the data base.

 "It's a role of researchers to make databases."
 "You said that the reproduction system of forest which becomes a big burden for the next generation is not good. How will the reproduction system be done specifically?"
 "It's not a special thing. We cut trees a little and we plant trees after the cut. We continue the cycle."
 "I think it's already done now."
 "However, to my regret, it isn't.  Too much deforestation is performed.  Wide range of trees are cut down and leave."
 "MOTTAINAI."
 "They had to do the wide range deforestation by economical reason."
 "The various roles of the forest are lost by the wide range deforestation.  Mudslides become easy to occur when it rains."
 "Yes.  But it will not happen if there remains undergrowth.  When there is undergrowth, the situation is quite different."
 "How's your work going for making the data? Is it developing?"
 "So-so."
 "Can I help you?"
 "Thanks.  Will you talk the importance of forest with children?  Reproduction of forest will be a long range work."
 "I got it."

 The reproduction of the forests and the use of resources is a big problem. I went down the mountain path while considering such things. How should I do not to lose the mountain with the dear field?

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 A Japanese mathematician wrote in one of his essay. "Someone says that freedom and responsibility should go together. But I don't think so. Risk is accompanied by freedom, and responsibility goes with rights." The people born just after the Second World War is called baby-boomer. The baby-boomer often uses such words as human rights, freedom, peace and equality. This is good. Everyone knows these words well, and It seems to be apparent. But I also think the contents of these words are vague.

 The first cold winter wind has blown. On the pavement along the river, The leaves of Japanese Tabu became brown, and the half of the leaves have fallen. The leaves of China-berry have turned yellow. A red snake gourd remains, and is swinging by the cold wind. Orange fruits of the ilex also become red. A gray heron is pausing on the top of pin oak.

 "Hi, Jun. The wind is cold, isn't it?"
 "Yes, are you busy as usual?"
 "So-so"
 "So-so, it's a good word, I'd like to say it too."
 "Fantastic! If MIKADO would say so-so."
 "Is it?"
 "Jun, what do you believe?"
 "Let me see."
 "Jun, do you have freedom?"
 "Yes I have."
 "But you can't resign MIKADO."
 "It's possible to leave.  But I won't do that."
 "Why?"
 "Because I believe something."
 "What's that?"
 "Well, what do you think of it?"

 I can't see Jun physically, but I feel Jun's eyes are looking at some far place. This reminds me that the mathematician was also telling, "I like the words that are vaguer than such words as human rights, peace and equality that have no vagueness."

 "Jun"
 "What?"
 "Do you think MIKADO has authority?"
 "It's hard to say that. How do you think?"
 "It may be, and it may not be."
 "It's a symbol."

 I'm walking along the river, while seeing the range of mountains. The mountains are shining like a gold by the morning sunlight. A V-shaped mountain ridge is seen clearly. A gray heron caught a fish about 30 centimeters long, and has flown over the river. I remember the fact that I didn't understand which directions are north, south, east and west at the first grade of elementary school. And I remember that I felt the face was wonderful. Because the face felt good even when I washed it with cold water, and the face was easy to understand when crying, laughing and getting angry. I think that I felt the whole day was my own time at that time. All cells of my body were happy. Are you happy now? To consider things is equal to make questions now.

 "Bonjour. Une baguette s'il vous plait."
 "Hi, Kei, thank you for your help the other day."
 "You're welcome. I heard your talk."
 "Big ears Kei, you understood all."
 "Yes, I often feel my responsibility to the family recently."
 "And?"
 "I chose that I had the family. So, I have the responsibility to my family."
 "Yes."
 "But is there responsibility to Japan?"
 "What do you mean?"
 "I remember TAKE's talk. After the talk, an American young one said, he couldn't say he was sorry because the lives of lots of American young soldiers were saved."
 "And?"
 "Do you think that the responsibility of the nation is the responsibility of a person?"
 "The other day's talk of AI is remembered."
 "You mean, it's not clear whether the specific individual who composes a corporation takes the guilt upon himself, don't you?"
 "When there's clear participation, there's a crime."
 "It's difficult to judge whether it is clear or is not clear."
 "Many person says they were in the mood of the times."
 "What do you think, Jun?"
 "I've been considering it anytime."
 "And?"
 "I'm thinking it every moment."

 "When you don't have the right, you don't have the responsibility."
 "I know. But I have the responsibility, when I selected to have it."
 "Someone said that we have to act to leave good world to the future. But I sometimes doubt it."
 "And?"
 "I think we can only leave the freedom to select things for future children."
 "I see."
 "Even when you intend to choose freely by yourself, you may be making choose."
 "What do you mean?"
 "On the other day's transfer fraud, there was unconscious lead."
 "Is that's so?"
 "Freedom goes with dangers."
 "It isn't clear yet in detail, but TAKE's group is checking it now."

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 TAKE said that some unconscious leads were found in the transfer fraud. A friend of TAKE got a telephone call. "You can change your phone to fiber-optic networks free of charge. Why don't you change?" While speaking, there was something rustle. He felt this strange. When he sent back the feeling, the call was hung up.

 "How do you do with that?"
 "When we get the strange telephone call, let's make a gesture that we don't notice it. I'd like to find out the feature of the person first."

 It's been a long time with nothing special. When I was walking along the Seasons Promenade to the Shinjuku ward hall, A lady who was walking front of me stopped suddenly and took out her cell phone from the coat. While I was looking at her, her face looked dubious at the beginning, and she is becoming serious gradually on her facial expression. She stared at me. Sharp eyes. And she said to me,

 "Let's go. I need your help."
 "What?"

 There comes a voice in my head. It's TAKE's.

 "She is Hal. There was a call of a cheat. Help her please."

 I follow Hal. There are a lot of people, so it's hard to follow her. I'm tense not to lose her on sight while I'm thinking how quick she is. We came in front of a big book shop and stopped. She is looking at a foreign currency money exchanger. She goes to the near ATM. She whispers to me while passing through.

 "Watch the man who is aside of the pillar."

 There is a man who looks like a college student in the shadow of the pillar. We look at each face. I have had gooseflesh. He averted my eyes and went out.

 "How was it? He looked like the person you know."
 "He is Satoh. We were classmates at an elementary school."
 "You felt something?"
 "Yes."
 "Me too. Let's compare."

 We talked to TAKE about the things which we understood. Satoh is a student who specializes in psychology. He applied AI to cognitive psychology and practiced the swindles.

 "What do we do from now on,TAKE?"
 "How would you like to do, Hal?"

 Reflected light from a passing car lit up the profile of her short bob. And her hair flickered in deep red. She raises the jaw up and breathes out.

 "I don't want to hurry. I'd like to see what happens."
 "Then, let's see how things will be for a while."

 After that, Hal and me introduced each other. And we took a rest in a shop. I thought I met Hal somewhere, and it made me feel strange. It was close at noon but wasn't so crowded, and we could enjoy taking fruits sandwiches.

 After the meal. When we are tasting the fragrance of the coffee, Hal said,

 "Is the coffee hot?"
 "Yes."
 "What is the temperature?"
 "I don't know. I don't have a thermometer."
 "Can you see it if you have a thermometer?"
 "Yes."
 "Really? Can you see Schroedinger's cat?"
 "Oh, yeh. You mean that."
 "So. How do you think it should be done?"
 "Do not finger it poorly. I think it's better to leave the indefinite thing alone."
 "Well, it's the way as expected, isn't it?"

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 Today is the day when I meet the guys after a long interval. It's better to be able to talk face to face.
When I'm walking along the street, I catch such voices.

 "Speed-bumps are gentler than I imagined. The buggy with my child could be passed easily."
 "I suggest you extend speed-bump courses to the fishing port as well as old urban area."
 "I'd like to increase them to the farm area."

 "Someone in the neighborhood complained that it's noisy when cars were passing the speed-bump."
 "I've heard the cars were running too fast."

 "I can't increase the speed of the car. On-time delivery of designated time is hard to do."
 "The ways of delivery can be changed, can't we?"
 "If we continue to want more service and convenience ... "

 I meet the guys on the road in front of the station.

 "Jun, it's been a long time to see you."
 "Bonjour."
 "Hi, Kei. you look good as usual."

 "Oh!"
 "Be careful, Kei. Cars are running."
 "Don't worry. They are harmless, even if I would collide with them."
 "But it would be better not to strike."
 "Well, yes."

  Speed-bumps were installed on the roads of the old town as a model case. The town council aims to install speed-bumps on all roads in the town. Some crank turns are also made here and there, so cars can't run fast physically. The public places in the town, especially the roads, are used as living places for the people.

 "Good job, Jun. Excellent!"
 "I only talked it to the people who feel so."
 "Is it."
 "I'm the one of them. I had been thinking roads were for cars, but then I noticed roads are for the people who lives there."
 "I hope all drivers accept it, too."
 "Everyone was a driver before."
 "But now, lots of automatic drive cars are running."

 Cars are moving slow in the town. The one who is in the car is speaking with the fellow passenger, or is reading a magazine.

 "Cars changed a lot."
 "Yes. The change starts after when automobile insurances for automatic driving were fixed."
 "It's also fascinating that there are almost no accidents after the insurances were fixed."
 "The town also changed and will continue to change."

 We drop in a sweets shop and enjoying a silly talk with laugh. After that, we walk along the esplanade in the riverside. When I see trees, my eyes are relaxed and rested. Three small egrets, a cormorant and a white heron are bustling here. A gray heron is resting on a tree. A young hawk and two or three crows are stopping at the same tree. The leaves of the small trees which grew around the base of the old hackberry are shining with white in the sunlight. A gust of wind occurs then. The gray heron expands its feather spaces. It looks like a balloon. The white flowers of an andromeda starts blooming from lower branches.

 "The grandpa of hackberry doesn't change."  "He is tens of years old ..... No, hundreds of years old?"

 Suddenly, I thought it's impossible to cut off "To feel" from "Unconsciousness". I remembered that an anatomist said, "It was indispensable to maintain the structure of an organ that the organ functions. I remembered what an anatomist said. "It is indispensable to maintain the structure of an organ that the organ functions. The structure and the function are the same one which is seen from the different point of view." I thought that it's "Unconscious" when I looked from the structure and it's "To feel" when I looked from the organ.
 Someone said, "The brain needs consciousness to maintain structure." I thought this is just like the chicken talk. The evolution of chicken occurred first or that of egg occurred first. A chicken and an egg shall be a result of the evolution, if it`s so, when the consciousness exist from? If "To feel" and "Unconsciousness" are the same, when the unconsciousness exist from? While I walk, I'm thinking such things. Then I catch a feeling of "joy". When I look at the way the feeling comes, a bumblebee is flying around the white flowers of the andromeda.

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 I visit the hill top with Jun who returns home now. I have not been to go there for a long time. When we pass the road in front of the elementary school, some silhouettes are reflected on glass windows in the schoolhouse. I remember us who are in the time before a decade.When we passed the schoolhouse, sunlight of dazzling at noon brightened the glass windows and erased the afterimages. We cross a road and enter a narrow slope. Houses are built closely to the base in the hill now. We go up the stone steps after going down the slope a little. The small shrine which is on the way isn't changed at all and the countrified air is felt. I walk along a lane in the woods and enter the hill with the field. The field should be covered up by trefoils. But white flowers which weren't seen here are clumped around the roots of the woods here and there.

 "They're snow drops. Anyone may move them from the garden."
 "It's too early for the flower of the clovers yet."
 "Snow drop. Though it's a small flower, but the flower with which images can be swollen."
 "It's a good ground cover. Soil doesn't also flow out."
 "Is the tree above an ilex?"
 "Maybe, the red fruits seem to be good nutrition of birds in a winter."
 "You're sensitive to environmental issues."
 "Influence of Kei? How about you, Jun?"
 "I'm also interested in it. But the earth is between cold period and warm period now. How do you think?"
 "Global warming and cooling, it has been repeated for every tens of thousands of years by global scale carbon circulation."
 "And then?"
 "Carbon dioxide problem isn't simple, is it?"
 "I think so."
 "Please tell me about your interest now, Jun."
 "You mean Glia?"
 "That's right."

 Jun talked it. It'll be such way. Glia which accounts for more than 80 percent of all cells in the brain has seemed to bury during the neuron which is often told about. But it have found out recently that a glia cell senses activity of neurons and a glia cell influences neuron's workings. And also it was found out that neurons depend on Glia, and that there are several types of Glia cells, and that the role of Glia is different from neurons.

 "Glia is named Another Brain now. It also seems concerned with mental diseases, dementia, memories and unconsciousness."
 "It wasn't ordinary packing material, was it?"
 "Yes. But the study about Glia have been done only for recent 20 years. It starts just first of this century. So there are many things which aren't clear yet. It's just like exploring the ocean now."
 "For example, what kind of island was found?"
 "A peripheral nerve of the body has one type of glia cell named "Schwann cell", and it's conveying information by 300 kilometers per hour by using calcium ion."
 "Then that'll be not only in the brain, but all over the body."
 "Yes. The Schwann cell can be seen all over the body and they are communicating with the surrounding cells."
 "I think cells are doing backstairs gossip. Will you show me another one please?”
 "OK. A brain and a spinal cord have astrocytes and microglia, and they're designing and repairing neurons."
 "Really, it's wonderful, I didn't know it at all. How do they do it?"
 "Each takes a communication each other and they do their job."
 "It's bad here. Why don't you repair it? Is it like this?"
 "It would be so. Is it Fascinating?"
 "Yes, I'm excited."
 "I expect that we can find the relation between consciousness and unconsciousness."
 "Is that means the functional unconsciousness is a structure called Glia?"
 "Glia may be a missing piece."

 This is fascinating. Rachel Carson said in "Sense of Wonder". "I am sure there is something much deeper, something lasting and significant. Those who dwell, as scientist or layman, among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or never weary of life. Whatever the vexations or concerns of their personal lives, their thoughts can find paths that lead to inner contentment and to renewed excitement in living. Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts." There're still much more wonder things in the life. We sit down in the field of clovers. The sun shine gives us warm. Leaves of a red robin which passed winter is rustling in winds. The sun light passes through the thin leaves. The edge of the leaves are brilliant in crimson red and the inside is in pale yellow. Every time the leaves shake, the crimson color shines like corona around the sun.

 "Jun, even if one sees something beautiful, sometimes one can't express it in words."
 "That's right. And even if one expresses it in words, one feels that it isn't transmitted just as it is."
 "But I have to express it in words. Because this is the only way that what I was impressed in heart is left. It's not enough though."
 "I agree. But on the contrary, sometimes there is a thing which is transmitted without saying."
 "Yes. It's a wonder."

 After then, we talk nothing and are absent-minded each other for a while. Even if I don't speak to him, I don't mind his existence. I feel happy that I have such a friend.

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 Signs of the autumn are seen here and there in the end of August. Red dragonflies are flying over the sky of the downtown. And also something bigger is.
 I can't hear Kei's voice because of the sudden roar of jet planes. The soundless speaking face of Kei looks strange and makes me laugh.

 "Noisy!"
 "They're Super-Hornets. Air Force Fighters."
 "Noisy, aren't they?"
 "Because They have no muffler."
 "Would be."

 As far as the economic value is the ground design (the basis of the world), the behavior of the person who tries to protect it doesn't change. The army is necessary as the police is necessary, if the value of the society is based on the economy and doesn't change to the respect from another person like the Chironian society which appears on"VOYAGE FROM YESTERYEAR" by James P. Hogan.

 "How could such society occur in that Science Fiction?"
 "The Chironian society was premised on automated manufacturing of goods, and was promised various additional things."
 "Goods and economy! That's just as I thought."
 "But there was also person's consciousness in the additional things."
 "Even if there is a good economy, person's consciousness is important in the tale, isn't it?"
 "Yes."
 "It's ordinary anytime and anywhere that there's the person who blocks a burden which comes to the neighborhood."
 "So Hogan made the people who change the standard of value in the tale."
 "What's the Chironian society and how it works?"

How can bases be lost in the Chironian society? If we assume that we need the army and the police, no good idea goes out. So, in the case of the tale, he'd decide to change the standard of value of the person. We can read it to imagine how the world goes if the ground design changed. How reduce the people who put their value on economy in the Chironian society? The majority was becoming a minority gradually. Something pleasant permeates slowly, even if it'll be left alone. And the fear is the one which obstructs permeation. Fights with the fear are the main story of this science fiction. It's quite fascinating and adrenaline goes out. Enjoy it please.

 "It's to change the sense of values of people to abandon the ground design."
 "When I say Sense of Values, it's exaggerated. But it's the same as to change the point of view. You only remove your dark glasses."
 "The case that bases are concentrated in one place for a long time is also a problem."
 "It's ordinary anytime and anywhere that there's the person who blocks a burden which comes to the neighborhood."
 "The one which is already exist doesn't move easily. How do you think it should be done?"
 "Well, I think we should accept some degree of burdens at various places."
 " ..... "
 "What?"
 "You say a difficult thing. It's hard to do."
 "That's right."
 "So, consciousness is a key?    It seems to take time."
 "Time is the one which you feel as it is. You can see the stellar light of one hundred million years ago now."
 "Yes. Now and one hundred million years before are coexisting."
 "The most difficult thing is to forgive a grudge."
 "What do you mean?"
 "It's the cause of taking time."
 "It is.   .....   It's difficult to forgive grudges."
 "If you keep your ill feeling heart,it would become bigger and bigger."
 "It's almost the same as the training for Satori of Buddha."
 "Do you try it? You have a good example like Costa Rica."
 "Peace is not the one we pray but the one we build."
 " ..... "
 "Do you know there're negative peace and constructive peace?"
 "What's negative peace?"
 "It's the peace by the power balance of the nations."
 "What's constructive peace?"
 "To decrease the difference between rich and poor."
 "Violence is popular in the world now which has armies and terrorists."
 "The weapons used as tools of emancipation are made and sold by rich countries."
 "Yes. So it's important to decrease this difference."
 "I think no nation now can do it."
 "How should it be done?"
 "So, Peace is not the one we pray but the one we build. And not the nations but each person will build the peace. For example Costa Rica is giving lots of money on education. Costa Rica has rich educational budget."
 "The educational budget is severe on any countries."
 "Costa Rica doesn't have own army. And the people gives the budget to the education."
 "Is there no military in Costa Rica?"
 "Yes, but the diplomatic activities and communication power between nations are necessary."
 "It looks difficult."
 "It's not difficult, if everyone is doing self-control and independent."
 "You remind me the words of Lincoln."
 "Yes, the government by the degrees of the people."
 "It isn't strange now. The world-wide network is existing. A paradigm shift will occur in nowadays."
 "It's important for us to have the consciousness that we are on the turning point."

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 I see all the windows are colored dark red. Grandma near the windows says,

 "Beautiful sunset glow! It's always nice, isn't it? I'm not tired of it."
 "I bought some Kaisersemmels."
 "Thank you very much. A croissant in the morning is a bit heavy recently. The plain one is good."

 "Why the sky is red?"
 "The sky is shy. Because you look, Chii."
 "Really?"
 "Yes, indeed."

 I have come at the foot of the mountain that has V-shaped mountain ridge. I spend here in the summer holidays. The sunset glow seen from here touches my heart. Even if the sun is set completely, we sit down on the chairs and enjoy the afterglow. It's said that really good thing faces to the sun. Sunset is good. When you look at alone and also with friends, sunset is nice.

 "Grandma, recently I feel something different from my students."
 "And?"
 "I don't think we speak the same language."

 Grandma is a veteran of musical teacher. She cultivates the field by the house alone and enjoys music now. Her musical friends gather and it's also quite busy today.

 "I try to communicate well with the students for my lecture time by using the tablets, but I don't feel good match with them"
 "It will be so."
 "Is it? Is it understandable?"
 "Yes, it's a virtual reality."
 "What do you mean? Will you explain?"
 "It's a law of media."

 According to Grandma, it's the words of McLuhan (Herbert Marshall McLuhan, 21/7/1911 - 31/12/1980). He said that media is like something extending one's body and the difference of sense by the kind of media occurs. Some sense will be cut off by the media.

 "By a tablet, can you get the feeling of rounding bread on your palm?"
 "I think it's impossible."
 "You see?"
 "You mean that it's not enough only by visual information."
 "Not only that, but the virtual senses are also different from the actual facts, aren't they?"

 There are lots of children who grow up in the world of virtual senses from the first. Good and bad don't exist outside of our mind, but exist inside of our mind. But this will be not common in the near future.

 "A teacher should be an entertainer."
 "Isn't he an official employee?"
 "He may be both."
 "It seems difficult for me to be an entertainer."
 "It's important to think you have the ability to feel all right when you fail. Bouncing back after each failure."
 "You can trust me with that, can't you?"
 "You ran about in a field when you were a child. And you often fell down and got up in the field."
 "Right."

 I hear the tone of a cello. The string quartet which was being played seems to have ended. I'm crossing a hallway and am entering the room which is a sitting-room, a dining room and a performance room. Hal looked at me and nodded.

 "Hal. Has the review already ended?"
 "Yes, just finished."
 "Good job!"
 "Thank you. It's simple to say it."
 "Yes. And it's free to say it."
 "Yes, indeed."

 I looked at Hal. Her face is slightly flushed by the excited practice.

 "Satoh and others ... "
 "I found their place. When I go to there,I feel rustling."
 "He doesn't stop it."
 "Would you like to try?"
 "Yes. With you and all."

 We decided to gather in the laboratory in the university.

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 The avenue in the college is full of yellow color. The leaves of gingkoes begin to fall. They fall on the shoulder and foot while I'm walking. A person has appeared from the byway which follows the Literature Department. A scarlet coat flutters in the yellow color.

 "Hal, has your lecture finished?"
 "Yes, all done."
 "What's today?"
 "On the way shadows of willows fall / Not look back again / Goes on the river bank full of rumors"
 "What is it?"
 "A poem in Edo period of Japan. Why do you go back home without looking back along the bank of the river to a red-light district where the shadows of willows are falling and filled with rumors?"
 "Who's poem?"
 "Asajiu. She was a hetaerae in the red-light district called Yoshiwara."
 "That's a surprise."
 "Anybody can express oneself anytime and anywhere."

 While enjoying Hal's lecture, a building built of bricks has been seen.

 The laboratories in the department of science look like underwater reefs where fishes live in the sea. Small rooms gather somewhere orderly and somewhere messily. In one room of them,

 "TAKE, how should it be done?"
 "Everyone, are you here?"
 "Will you Synchronize our breathing?"
 "Yes, at first."

 Breathes in the room made a harmony. Five times at first, three times and became quiet soon. And lights have leaked from the hands of all. The lights flew.

 "I wonder I might have a cold."

 In a laboratory of some university. Substrates are put on shelves which lined up orderly. Green lamps are flashing on and off here and there. Bunches of optical fiber cables develop from each shelf, and the cables are running between the shelves.

 "What happened?"
 "Something wrong in my head."
 "Satoh, how is it?"
 "Noise occurs. I have a headache."
 "Take a rest for a while. You look pale."
 "I'll stop it today."
 "We don't reach the target money yet."
 "Impossible. I don't have a mind to do it."

 The big oak is seen from the window here where I entered a little from the promenade of gingkoes. The north wind blew. The leaves are shaking in the wind. The acorns which are close in the leaves made noises and fell.

 "Hal, you'll relocate, won't you?"
 "Yes, London."
 "When you finished setting up your flat, call me please."
 "No, thanks. You are obstructive."
 "That's a surprise."
 "No, not a surprise. It was a joke."

 A dwarf is choosing acorns which have a hat. He is picking them up, and put them in the pocket. His pocket is like a balloon by them.

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 The sun Is still high. It's six o'clock evening in the Regents Park. Children run about on the lawn. People take a walk in the park. Two boys have got off the buggies. They look at a dog which runs after a ball and a dog which enters into a fountain. They get a laugh of it. A group of penguins has approached a walk from the zoo in the park. One of the children runs to the penguins and looks at the face of a penguin. The penguin also is looking at the boy with tilting the head. The boy talked.

 "Eye. Nose. PAPURU"
 "How pretty you are, penguin boy."
 "Penguin, Nose."
 "I got. But it's his beak."
 "...Bee. PAPURU"

 It is the relation of human beings that a person tries to touch and to know the partner. It seems that this relation is made when a person is the adult who matured mentally. But you'll find that the contact between a child and a mother is being judged as its origin. Without being conscious by the creative work in the living, the mother is gazing at herself, while she is cooking, while she is sewing, while she is making breads, and while she is singing for child. She found herself again by leaving oneself in the creative activity. Does the partner forget oneself in the creative work in the living?

 The partner has come.

 "What's PAPURU?"
 "Purple."
 "Is the beak purple?"
 "Degree of the light, isn't it?"
 "But."
 "But, but, but, ..... Because he saw it so."
 "But."
 "How argumentative you are."
 "I know."
 "Yes, you know."
 "Well ... I got it."
 "I like that your positive words."
 "Sometimes I use negatively. That's a problem for me."
 "By the way, have you done what I asked for the other day?"
 "What's that?"
 "That is that!."
 "Oh my! I'm sorry. I forgot to do it."
 "It's the evidence that you don't love me."
 "It's OK to wish to be loved. But never wish to be loved anytime and forever."
 "What's that?"
 "Words of Ms. Lindbergh. I'll do it at once."
 "There is no one-and-only. There are just one-and-only moments. You mean that?"
 "Right!"
 "I feel you cheated me well. But all right. I got it."

 Swallows are flying in the sky. Two swallows that are flying from opposite directions met and are hovering. They kiss, transfer something and depart. I saw something moved in an edge of the eye. A carp which is about 70 centimeters long in the pond reversed the body in a moment. The flank shines with white gold color by the sunset light.

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 The path was separated into two ways in the forest. There are human traces both. I thought which way I should take. The sun should still be high but the vicinity is dim by the cloudy sky. Though it's April, the temperature shows one digit. It's good to wear Heat Tech shirt. Do not to be impatient, I thought. I chose the path that seems hopeful. The words, "That made the future different.", enters my mind suddenly. Bad image! I breathed out slowly while ringing a whistle. The beats of heart became weak gradually. Dumbness in the vicinity has been heard. I heard a far voice soon.

 "Hello, nice day isn't it?"
 "It seems to be good as a day of London. Is this the way to Hampstead?"
 "Yes, it is. You can take whichever. This will be a bit far but it's good to enjoy the different scenery."

 Yes certainly it is. I came here for it. There isn't also a sign here. I'll go slowly. When I go for a while, a pond has been seen. The trees around the pond are still naked and bleak. There is something in the surface of the lake. They appear and disappear behind of a parent duck when I approach the lake. Babies are swimming around. I remember a yellow toy duck which I floated on the bath when I was a child. The down of babies is utterly dark and that repels water. A wind crossed the surface of the lake and it dimpled. The cloud was cut and the sunshine appeared in a moment. A girl stood in front of me.

 "Hal called you."
 "You have come to the far place to call me."
 "Indeed. Your holidays look like the end."

 Well, It's the next time to go slowly and enjoy walking. I passed through the heath, I followed on an alley, and I have come to the bakery near the station. I'm attracted by the fragrance with which Pain Aux Noix are tanned. I pass through the door of the bakery. I buy Brioches for Hal, and I buy Ficelles for all. I walked across a back garden in the house where blocks were piled up under construction, and I returned to Hal's flat. Kei sat down on the chair beside the small table near the window of the kitchen, and he was looking at outside.

 "What are you doing?"
 "I'm gazing at my boring heart."
 "Is it? It seems to be cool, isn't it?"
 "Someone said you'd better to look at your boring heart. It becomes bigger and bigger in a minute, if I doesn't throw it away. So, I try to do it."
 "It is, and how is it?"
 "I feel it just like forcing a screw into myself.
 "It seems to be painful."
 "Not so much."
 "And?"
 "I feel the screw turned to an axle."
 "Can I say that sounds great?"
 "Well..., yes."

 "For relieving the tedium, I tend to spend my time to do the work which is not necessary now, I spend my time to do the things which I think them obligation, and I spend my time to do something trivial socializing."
 "I know a good way for such escape. I recommend you to make your life simple."
 "How to make simple?"
 "Abandon your vanity and feeling that you have to clean your house. Stop keeping up the appearances and excessive cleanness."
 "Think everything really necessary or not, you mean?"
 "If you can't touch yourself, it's impossible to touch others."
 "How can I do it? I have to think by myself?"
 "It may be difficult for the person who always fills the life with chatter or fills with the music which is not listened, and for the person who can't stay alone."

 "But if you make your life simple, you have nothing to do."
 "I don't think so."
 "Why you don't think so?"
 "The intention that you try to challenge a new thing is finally fountained after simplifying."
 "Really?"
 "I expect you try it."

 Little Kana is piling building blocks up. While we're looking at it, a delta roof is brought from a different toy box and a shipped place is being changed. The hand which was being moved is stopped for a while and seems to be thinking something. A blue square one in the center is changed to a yellow pillar. The height of the tower of building blocks exceeds 1 meter finally. Little Kana smiles and looks pleasant.

 "Kana, wonderful!"
 "Yes indeed. Surprised! The color balance is good."
 "We can't say LITTLE Kana, can we?"
 "Some Japanese essayist wrote. I hope to challenge until the end of life. My heart might be open until the last breath, though....."
 "Though, what?"
 "I've been thinking it's wonderful aspiration up to now, But I feel it's not right now."
 "What do you mean?"
 "I think Kana is only pleased. Just as Kana, so the essayist is."
 "Well..... Sometimes, you talk sense."

 When I looked outside the window, a lady who returned from shopping and got off a double-decker was standing and talking with a girl who seems to be an acquaintance.

 "Did you find something fascinating?"
 "Hi, Hal."

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 "Hal, what's up?"
 "Have you ever heard the words, Bandwagon effects?"
 "Bet on the winning horse?"
 "I think that Satoh and others are manipulating the information again."
 "Were their cheats stopped?"
 "They are doing both. They seem to collect considerable sum of money and expand their business."
 "They are really gray men of MOMO."

 Hal said that the network of Satoh are spreading in all over the world. They acted behind the scenes at the presidential election of a certain country in the other day, and earned lots of money. The people who is intervened unconsciously, are moved without the feeling to be operated by someone. The people think that it has been decided by themselves.

 "You know Day and Night by Escher?"
 "It's the wild geese which are flying over a town."
 "The unconsciousness is same as that. It'll be also sunshine and be also darkness."
 "It's just like the world of Star Wars. Satoh will be the Lord Vader then."
 "I'm the Princess Leia."
 "That's not real."
 "You should respect your elders."
 "And?"
 "Why don't you go to Geneva? TAKE is waiting for us in Geneva."

Eminent fundamental particle physicists of all over the world gather in Europe fundamental particle physics laboratory (CERN). And they are competing keenly in their study every day. CERN was also news of all over the world the other day by discovery of Higgs boson. In CERN, there are lots of researchers of gravity and of the dark energy of the universe. After all, mechanism of the internet has started from here. Internet derives from the system here which sharing manages information of art and science. And Internet was developed on the system here.

 "It's good to come by tram."
 "But it was a troublesome that Kana insisted to ride on the red tram."
 "I'm sorry to bother you all. Kana is in the midst of rebellious age now."
 "The consciousness of oneself that I'm Kana, is growing now."
 "Here we are. It's the hotel where TAKE is staying."

 We arrived at the hotel. We tried to contact TAKE from the front desk. Without waiting for a while, kana is exploring the lobby here and there. Kana pressed palms of both hands on a tempered glass in the lobby, and were looking outside patiently, and looked back suddenly. The face looks glad.

 "TAKU!"
 "Hi, kana. Good?"
 "Goo!"
 "Good job! Come on please."

 Kana is running into the opened arms of TAKE.

 "TAKE, you had gone outside."
 "I thought you would come soon. So I went out to receive all of you while taking for a walk."
 "We have missed each other on the way. It often happens."
 "Yes it is."
 "Off happ."
 ""Mimic Kana. It often happens!"
 "Off happen."

 TAKE has come to the Science Council of the nervous network which is his specialized field. The artificial network which is popular now is included in this meeting. He visited here to present a research of the knowledge applied to an artificial network about a third messenger inside the communication substance of a nervous cord.

 "TAKE, you seem to be very busy. Can we bother you?"
 "Of course, yes. I'm happy to meet you all."
 "It isn't a communication substance what you want to talk with us, is it?"
 "No, it concerns with Lord Vader. It may be more fascinating than a communication substance."

 "It's the matter heard from one of my friend here...", TAKE has begun to talk.

 The computer network of CERN consists of eleven dimensional layers server which hackers can't do an invasion. But there was an affair that upper four layers were invaded recently. When analyzing this problem, the signal which jumped over the dimension and was communicated was found. This unidentified signal started to be called "dark signals". Only limited people inside CERN know the ability of TAKE, so they consulted with TAKE about the similarity of the dark signals. There are many excellent white hackers in CERN. When they chased and checked the signals, existence of Lord Vader was appeared. Now the dimension mode of the dark signals is apparent. So if we try to catch the dark signals, we can. But the danger of careless touching was also pointed out and so they consulted with TAKE.

 "Would you like to go there everyone?"
 "I feel chilly."
 "Kei, don't escape."
 "I'm just trembling with excitement."
 "OK. Let's go. Tom will be waiting for us."

 We leave the center of the city and go for a while by car. We pass through a big runabout. The dome with red rusted color has seen in a right hand. It's CERN. All the main equipment such as LHC is built under ground, so the scenery looks like a prosaic factory. Strange monuments are seen here and there in the place. Here we are. We put the car in a parking lot. We walk along the promenade of maple where the brown leaves are shaking by the winds. We come to the building which is signed European Atomic Nucleus Study Structure in English and French. TAKE goes into the building as if it is his home, and everyone follows him.

 "Every research center looks same."
 "Yes, looks like underwater reefs where fishes live."

 Tom has appeared from one of underwater reefs. Tom is a senior researcher of CERN. Everyone knows well, but it's been a long time from the last off-line meeting. We exchange greetings each other.

 "Kana, you can speak words."
 "Tom, bye bye see you."
 "That's a word remembered recently. Bye bye and see you is one set."
 "That's wonderful, Kana, you are a bilingual speaker."

 We have "The catch strategy meeting" with Tom. At first, we listen to the explanation about the analysis results of the dimension mode of the dark signal. Many questions fly over here and there right away. Everyone seems interested in the difference between the analysis and their senses. We decide to make the siding multistory dimensional barrier for synchronizing in a measure.

 "Let's work in harmony. Me and Kei, you and Hal."
 "All right? Then, let's go!"

 It's quiet in the room. Only the wind sounds of air conditioner is heard. Light has been filled in the room. A voice was heard in my mind.

 "Sided."

 At the same time, a cold wind blew through the inside of the body. The lights in the palms changed to cold blazes like ice. A soul of chill rises in the body. I'm observing the chill patiently. It's Satoh. Suddenly, the chill goes out from the center of the body, and it roars.

 "Come on, Kana!"

 Hal cried out. A blast blew through the body, and hot lights gushed from the points of every hands.

 "Seems to have slipped off the dimension."

 I heard the voice of TAKE. We seem to have missed Satoh.

 "That's OK. We will have another chance again."

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 We exchanged greetings with Tom and TAKE. We left CERN. We'll extend our journey to Mont Blanc, because we have come to Geneva anyway. We go down south on the route A40. We pass through Annemous. We go for a while, and we feel hungry.

 "Don't you have lunch somewhere?"
 "It's a good idea. Where are we now?"
 "Near Bonnebill."

 We find a Morocco style restaurant on the left hand. We park the car in front of the restaurant and enter. The geometric patterns of the interior makes me calm down.

 "Something abstract makes me calm down."
 "It's because of a lot of blue, isn't it?"

 We sat down a table selfishly while talking each other noisily. A plump woman came smiling with menu books. We looked at the menu and ordered while pointing out the menu line. She has come with much of couscous on a large plate immediately. And serves a pot and cups on a tray at the same time. When the tray was put on the table, she handed up the pot higher than her head and poured coffee aimed at a cup. It looked like acrobatics.

 "Wonderful!"
 "Bravo!"
 "Tres bien!"

 A storm of praise occurs. She is also smiling. A couple who look like regular customers on the back seats clap too. The monster motorcycle with a sidecar which was seen at the parking lot, seems to be theirs, as another visitors are not here. When I smile and look at them, V signs return. I saw the female arm which was colored by red and blue tattoo.

 "The amount of this couscous is a surprise."
 "I wondered what was Jan-Bon. Though, the size of this ham is incredible."

 We ate these meals somehow. We associated with the acrobatic woman's complaining about her son who doesn't have a contact recently. And we went outside. We hear an explosion. The monster motorcycle of the couples who has gone out a few minutes before is coming. It was passed in front of us like a wind. In the moment, the motorcycle makes a U-turn and comes back to us. I take a camera out, take a stance and push a shutter. The woman shows a V sign on the sidecar. Her long hair flutters outside of the helmet. The driver wears the headgear and circle glasses like the one of Poruko Rosso.

 "To the quantum space, Darth Vader!"

 The motorcycle have dashed in front of us and have disappeared from our sight. Only the voice is left.

 "What's that?"
 "Satoh's fellow?"
 "It's accidental."

 They became the topic of conversation for a while. We had joys when we can see Mont Blanc, and we had sorrows when we can't see Mont Blanc in the travel. Hal was excited to eat a Mont blanc cake, when she'd arrive in Chamonix.
 And we have arrived in Chamonix. After we put the car in a parking lot, we go for a sightseeing in the vicinity. Hal entered the smart patisserie in a street corner, and everyone followed on her.

 "Don't I have the home town Mont-blanc cake?"
 "I found Mont Blanc aux marrons only. They say the Mont Blanc cake seems to be a Japan homemade."
 "I didn't know that."

 While soothing Hal discouraged considerably, we go trekking in the neighborhood. In the rocky stretch of a valley stream, wrens are flying about here and there. Tomentum of a pasque flower which blooms at the inclination aside of the valley is shaking like sprite's feather.

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 I am seeing the leaves which turned red from the window of the hospital. The leaves of maples which became yellow are rustling by winds. I'm listening to the voice of my mind, thinking that it's also good to give myself to natural season and act freely. I feel the time isn't even. One week has passed since I was hospitalized. I had myelitis because herpes virus had been activated in my body. The fingers became numb at the beginning. I thought it strange. The shingles appeared soon and I realized that it's herpes. But I didn't imagine that the virus would attack my spinal cord. When I'm lying down on the bed of the hospital and am seeing only the ceiling, the ceiling is changed to a canvas. Some stains which arranged here and there are changed to an abstract painting. The painting spreads, and seems to be endless. When I am letting my thoughts wander, I open myself to the universe and my feelings are connecting to the next star.

 John and Hanne who were riding a monster motorcycle were visiting me. John is a white hacker in CERN. The face of John seen directly, looks like Dennis Hopper in Easy Rider. When I failed to catch Satoh in Geneva the other day, I felt a big resistance from him. It was unexpected. John told me the detailed report as the analysis group of Tom. According to it, the Darth Vader side has strengthened their power by using AI and it was stronger than predicted. At that time, we were helped by unconscious power of Kana that is not tied to consciousness. Kei who came with John as a guide say,

 "Can we find out their weak points?"
 "According to Tom's report, unconsciousness depends on the sense of body. But AI don't have a body. The reinforcement by AI is virtual."
 "What kind of thing is that?"
 "It seems that AI sets the sense of virtual realities to the strengthened target itself."
 "Is it mean that a kind of monster is realized in his body?"
 "It isn't actual, but it means that the consciousness and the unconsciousness both are feeling that real."
 "Then, what happen?"
 "Original consciousness is influenced by the monster, as the person who lost his arm may feel his fingertips are itchy."
 "What happens to Satoh?"
 "..... "
 "I remember the Night and Day of Escher. Everything is clear in the daytime, but we can't see how deep the darkness in the night is."
 "Have you ever heard the words, Daughter of Time?"
 "It means that the time tells you the truth. It's the story of Portrait of Richard The Third. That was a fascinating armchair detective story, isn't it?"
 "When I touched Darth Vader before, I felt Satoh as a child who played together in the feeling of Darth Vader."
 "The time will tell you the truth, isn't it?"
 "I wish I could meet old Satoh."
 "I have not heard the news of Darth Vader recently."
 "Tom said that the monster will be quite strengthened by the other day's contact. And he said that Satoh would be maimed if he was left alone."
 "Daughter of Time? Even if it'll be left alone, it's inevitable that the Darth Vader disappears soon. Because the existence of himself was the weak point."
 "When the Darth Vader has disappeared, will we be able to meet old Satoh?"
 "I hope so."

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 I spent free from all during this winter. I recovered the herpes finally. Spring has come. Kei told us, "Let's go on a picnic in the hill of Heath for the recovery celebration." We'll go to a picnic after a long interval. I shouldered a knapsack which contains lunch, and we walk an alley in the town of Hampstead. The blocks of the house which was under construction are completely built up now. Full of flowers of Mimosa are in bloom. It's almost overflowing against the wall of the blocks. The hills of heath are green all over. Grasses are deep and I think it's ideal for hide-and-seek playing. But Kana has broken into tears when we hide in.

 "Kana is in a bad mood today."
 "It's time of the nap."
 "It's fine today. Let's take a nap, everyone!"
 "How fine the weather is. Do you have sunblock?"

 We walk to Kenwood House after taking a rest. Clouds are drifting comfortably in the sky. I have a mind to see a Turner before going to look the real Turner.

 We meet Jun in Kenwood House. He is pushing a wheelchair. He is coming through a gentle slope in the garden of Kenwood House, and is approaching us. As he approaches, the face of the man who get on the wheelchair becomes clear. The expression of the face is changing kaleidoscopically. The face shows several changing expression. The person who has a hard pain in one's mind, gentle eyes impressed by abundant intellect, a countenance of the person who shouldered a big disease and distress, the expression which has no time to be relaxed, the absentminded face, it changes to the face which considers the next attack, and a thoughtful face.

 "Hi! Long time to see you."
 "Satoh?"
 "Oh, Darth Vader?"
 "I've heard that he fell down at a pub in town."
 "Is it the pub with rumor of a black magician?"
 "I know also such kind of rumor."
 "It's famous in network too."
 "Is Darth Vader the identity?"
 "Is it?"
 "It's Kei. Satoh, can you hear me?"

 The focus of his eyes isn't decided. The variety of faces is still continued.

 "I'll make him rest for a while. When I'm taking a walk, he's quiet."
 "Royal Free Hospital?"
 "Yes."
 "You have come to the far place here."
 "Not far away, if you compare it with the hill-top's time."
 "I agree. I remember that age. I hope he'll return to old Satoh."
 "I wish it won't be rumor the black magician has appeared in the hospital."
 "Kei, don't make a silly joke please. It wouldn't be such case now."
 "I'm sorry."
 "Face, pity!"
 "Yes it is, Kana. It's pitiful. I really hope his face heals."

 But it's happy for Satoh that he was found in London. It isn't necessary for him to worry about other people's eyes here. He has enough time to change. The shaped width of variety of changing faces becomes small and will be settled. The British individualism is good by the fact that a person lives one's life by one's sense of value. Equal society and uniform society tend to tie the people up in a sense. Happiness is to know how to have a weekend time which is suitable for the person.

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 Subject: FW:Have a cup of coffee
From: Jun 2019/11/26 9:32
To: Kei, May

 I got a mail from Sato. I think he is hanging in the balance. One Glia cell (astrocyte) carries both of Sato and Lord Vader. It's just like that the adult person who speaks bilingual languages by education, treats the respective languages with the separate parts in the brain. The adult person forgets a language, when not to use it. But the bilingual child who grew up in the native from childhood is treating both languages with the same part in the brain. So it's quite difficult to separate them.

Subject: Have a cup of coffee
From: Satoh 2019/11/25 22:02
To: Jun

 I was sleeping, maybe very long. I was floating in the high place in the darkness. I felt the vibration of winds was playing around my ears. I fall into doze. I dream. I sit down on a branch of a pine tree on the hill. From the top of the sky, I look at myself who is seeing mountains over there absent-mindedly. When I look down, I find myself who looks up and sees myself sitting on a tree through the window of the schoolhouse. I feel strange. Kei and Jun come here with dreadful faces. I wonder they are angry about that. The feeling that I don't like that is popping up. I'm sorry about that. My mind is still dull. Once I woke and found I was lying idle in a bed. I saw the whitish ceiling and cream color curtains. I heard the voice which said "Vader Lord was shut off." Was I confined? Nonsense! I was peeping from a gap of the wooden door of the barn in the farmhouse. Then their palms were brilliant. The outline of the person was surfaced. The voice which someone say "Breathe out slowly." had been heard, but I hid in the shadow of the door. I thought that's the way to do. Well then, I have become sleepy ...

Subject: Re:FW:Have a cup of coffee
From: Kei 2019/11/27 19:38
To: Jun, May

 It's good for the old Sato to return, even if he is a little strange. It's the matter which should be welcomed that he is recovering even little by little. It's a surprise that he remembers the detail of his childhoods. I forgot it completely. He reminds me such things were. Sato was looking at the training which was controlling unconsciousness. How careless we were. We should be careful more. I can't understand the sense which I observe myself. Is it like a dream? I don't also have a dream recently. Because I'm busy with the dissociation of the cellulose and the lignin now. How about you?

Subject: Re:Re:FW:Have a cup of coffee
From: Jun 2019/11/28 7:12
To: Kei, May

 Just so-so. Step by step, one goes a long way, isn't it? I think it's the best that he goes step by step steadily. Anyhow there are too much to research, and we are in the whack-a-mole state. That means I have many cases which I'm excited. I'm excited now because I found that there is something which has a strange phenomenon in information communication of astrocytes in addition to the former messenger recently. It's being communicated with cells all over the body as well as a cell in neighborhood. It's a surprise. I think I approached analysis and integration of unconsciousness a little. May, do you hear me? How's everything?

Subject: Re:Re:Re:FW:Have a cup of coffee
From: May 2019/11/28 8:13
To: Jun, Kei

 I'm here. I'm writing "What's me?" now. I complete it soon. By the way, wouldn't you like to go to the next star as a field survey?

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