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in the rye
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Recognizing that something is wrong, is not a condition for getting the real ones. Therefore to say “i am wrong” is disturbing and frightening.

The truth is that thoughts are nothing more than speculations.

I'm always anxious.

Strum the storm of chord like ripping starry skies

Fly through space time which have rusted, and then spark

I have no time to stop

Now break legends

I'll risk everything if I can get the fight to deliver the firm promise I swear to the future

I'll dedicate myself to find a world of hope

It be cool if I could say this openly

But my butt is itchy now

中華人民共和国が施行していた一人っ子政策、出生児の選別、出産可能な女性の減少、人民は減少傾向。人民の数を力と見るなら時が経つほど不利になると考えるかもしれない。無国籍の人々を繰り出す?

無人兵器の普及はマネーも多少弱体化させるか。エレガントさに欠ける知性のぶつかり合い。

合衆国、頑張りが空気を緊張させる。若年層の人口は減少傾向。長らく軍事力で世界の秩序を維持してきたという自負がある。変化には反発があるかも。

ライトニングさんにはいい意味での最後の戦闘機🩶になって欲しいけれど悪い方で人が乗る最後の戦闘機になるのかもしれない。小さくなって自律航行したらそれはそれで可愛いけど。連れている戦闘機が他の人のとストリート-ドッグファイトし出したら大変。おやつの携帯が必須。

国々の国益、巻き込まれないこと、損害を減らすこと、あわよくば漁夫の利。何か起きても、欧州でさえまとまって動くことは少なくなるかも。

各種保護活団体、特定の国家の利権に与しない立ち位置、利権無ければ強力な後ろ盾もない。

国連?ああ、そういえばそんなのあったな

tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

keeps on this petty peace from day to day…

the emptiness of living a life is a storm

life is like Tetris, just dealing with personal problems that come down every day

i want to see hope

that the world is worth living in

人魚姫の物語は良い教材です

一人の魚人が異なる種族である人間と恋に落ち、共に陸で暮らすことを願う。魚人はその願いを叶えるために海洋生物であるという重めの特性を変形させようとします。ここでモダンな社会に生きる読者諸君は疑念を抱きます。共存のために同一化を強制する社会は果たして魅力的だろうか。(呼吸法について問いただすのは野暮だ)

この物語を現代人なら書き換えられるはず

よくよく考えたら、どうしようもない世相に、何をやっても民衆にウンコを投げつけられることが確定しているような中で首相を引き受けた前任者の人は偉いのでは

3時間ほど前から、このように感じています

軍人、なんで安全かどうか怪しい乗り物に平気で乗るのだろう。平気じゃないかもしれないけど

「私はこの不安な乗り物に乗りたくありません。動かしたいならあなたが乗ってください」と言えない圧力がある =>問題がありそうです

「やはり乗り物はこうでないと」という心持ちである

=>無関係の人々に害が及ばなければいいと思います

特に何も気にしない =>ゴリラ

実際のゴリラはゴリラって感じではない感じがするけど

もっと思慮深い感じがする

まあ、普通の車も安全かどうか怪しいしけど

衝撃的な発言を思い出して睡眠が妨げられた。自社のウェブサイトを社員が作っていて、その管理やソーシャルネットワークの投稿などの手間を費用として見ていますか?と問いかけたら「そんなふうには(社員の行動を費用として)考えたくない」との返答があった。社員の労働を費用として計上しないならどうやって給与を捻出するのでしょう。これは特殊な事例だとは思う。国民の多くがこんなだったら国家は滅びる

仕事はお金を得るための手段であって休日の楽しい趣味ではありません。仕事をすることは目的ではありません。労働価値を薄めない処置が重要です。

これがわからない人々にこれを説明するには壮大な経済の背景も説明も必要だと感じるので、だいたいの人は無力感から改善よりも去ることを選びます。かくして負の資産は残り、社会的弱者を生産しながら死ぬまでこびりついている

教育が「がんばること」を称賛してきたからか、

周囲の人々を例えるなら、穴の空いた水槽にバケツで水を入れ続けながら「私は頑張っていて良くやっている」というような雰囲気。水槽に水を貯めることが目的のはずですが、それよりは水面の維持に固執する性質のようだ。

水槽の水が減ることを厭わず、穴を見つけて塞いで最終目的を果たす知性が必要なのですが、一時的に水槽の水が減るせいで、それを知性と捉えられない。よって知性に頼ることができず、無駄に労力を注ぎ込むだけの進歩のない地獄を作る。

異様なことが日常になっている人々を改善することは誰にもできない。

政治が上手くいくことは難しく、政治家は初めは良くしたいと思っていても次第に虚しくなり、遂には諦めて私腹を肥やすことに専念してしまうのではないかとも思う

It is despicable to hide the true feelings and try to communicate with others.

But

Feelings are full of contradictions so they are difficult to express themselves.

Looking down on someone is unpleasant feeling.

No matter how much I despise and blame myself, my arrogance keeps coming back over and over again. I want to be close to people, but I am a very unpleasant person.

And I am not going to use the fact that no one loves me as an excuse for not loving anyone. It's a shameful act with no pride.

I have continued, I will continue to make efforts to see the good in people and to maintain my conscience for a longer time. This is the best I can do.

I want to be a person with dignity for me

私は白人が人種差別に反対するとき、少しモヤモヤする。私にはアジア人とユダヤ人は白人よりも知性が高いという偏見がある。下に見ている人々が上からものを言っているという不快感があるのだと思う。これこそまさしく人種主義だろう。この腐った心理を完全に打破する方法は、心から尊敬できる人々を異人種から見つけることだと考える。

人種差別は悪だと教えられ脳がそれを完全に納得しても、心がそれ払拭できない。払拭できないが自分が偏見を持っていることは理解できるので非常に不快だ。

白人の多くも同様の苦しみを持っているかもしれない。彼らは閉じた私の国より異人種と関わる機会を多く持っている。

今はアジア人が差別的な行為を受ければ追い風のように利用できるが、いつか加害者へと逆転するときがくるのかもしれない。中国の人々はどう考えるだろう

Some people in the United States mistakenly think that restricting other people's actions is freedom, and have given much power to system. If the U.S. government casts a shadow over freedom, other countries will too.

I would like to you know. Not everything in Western culture is great, but that's the same with all cultures. It is a pioneer and a role model for human rights protection, at least in my life. Perhaps Eastern culture could not have found its way on its own.

But how difficult it is to keep fighting. Many people living in this era are exhausted.

want to live in a simpler world.

When people push each other aside in the queue where government distributes freedom, democracy is horrible and gloomy.

i had a dream before. the dream which everyone disappears. when i stood in front of the empty landscape, i instantly felt a sense of fear. “there might still be people out there somewhere.”

i have not hated people

i am just scared of people

knowing is pain

i do not remember whether bob or bobMaker said

so people are overwrapped?

プラットフォームXはelon musk から出た錆とはいえ、「企業の意向」によって苦難に陥っている。政府ではなく大企業に行く末を支配されている。web3で起こると予期された懸念と通じるものがあるのでは。これは企業同士の歪み合いだが、何だって対象になり得る。国境なき医師団のような団体でさえ企業の売り上げを阻害するようなことがあれば対象になるだろう

when humans feel like they are being attacked by those around them, humans turn their own ideas into a cult and fight against everything else

it is the philosophy that humans have cultivated throughout their lives that will help them overcome the wasteland of destruction

people who do not fall are not great people, they just do not try to move on

great people fall over and over again because they stand up again and again

great people are not common, but their the tones of reviving resonate

the digital horizon is rotten and stagnant, but its vastness allows me to see rare people i would never meet in real life

Replying to Avatar Lyn Alden

Losing someone young, or losing an older person while you are young, is always hard.

When my father passed away from cancer while I was in my early twenties, it wasn't surprising at all. This fact had been coming for two years, slowly. But when it came, it hurt just as bad. And till this day it still hurts.

I was at work and got a call; it was a hospital. They said my father had been suddenly transferred to hospice, and it wasn't looking good. He probably had a week at most. He was in another state. The doctor transferred my father to me on the phone and my father was weakly like, "hey...." and I said hello, and I said I'm coming now. He said, "No don't... uhh.... don't worry... you are far and have work... I'm fine...." I asked then why was he transferred to hospice if things were fine. He was like, "uh well... well you know.... uh.... it's fine...." And I was like, "holy shit I'm coming right now."

So I went to my boss and looked at him. I had previously told him that there might be a moment where I would have to just immediately leave without notice, no matter how important the meetings and such, because of my father. So in this moment I literally just looked at him in the middle of a busy day and was like, "I gotta go" and he was like "of course". So I drove there, two hours away and went straight there. My father weakly said on the phone not to go, but he never sounded like that, so I went immediately.

I got there, and my father was in a hospital in the death ward, and the guy who greeted me was a pastor rather than a nurse, which was not a great sign. I asked what was going on and he told me straight up that this was not good, that my father was likely dying within a week. So he brings me to my father. My father is barely awake. His memories and statements are all over the place, but I just hold his hand and tell him that it's fine and I love him. I'm just there. He kept fading out and I was like, "it's okay, just relax". He could see me and talk in a rough sentence or two and thanked me for coming, but started to fade away.

And then after like 30 minutes, he went fully unconscious. He was still roughly gripping and shaking the bed headboard and so forth but wasn't conscious (and I was like, "Are you all giving him the right pain medicines, this doesn't look good", and even the pastor was like, "yes I have seen many and this is not comfortable" and I was like an angry 23-year-old so I went out in the center area like, "what do all of you even fucking do here?! He is shaking the bedframe and looks in pain, and even the pastor agrees. Holy shit." So I went and got medical attention to deal with this, but felt slow and ineffective at this. They gave him more morphine and it calmed him down, but while it relaxed him, he ultimately didn't wake up again.

I spent the next couple hours there, and then left and called various family members for my second round when he was unmoving. I said if they want to see him, come now, in the next day or two.

But a little while later after I left, I got a call and was told he had died. Only I (and the nurses) saw him while he was still briefly conscious.

During that call itself, I was stoic. I was like, "Yes, I understand. Okay." and then hung up. And then I sat there for like five minutes in silence... and then cried. I got over it quickly and we did the funeral in the following days. My father had been struggling with cancer for years, so this wasn't fully surprising.

But what lingered was the memory. It has been 13 years now, and yet whenever I am in my depths I still think of my father. The memory never gets weaker. I think of his love, or I think of how attentive he was, or how accepting he was, or what he would say about my current problems.

People we love, live on through us. We remember them so vividly, and we are inspired by them.

If he was a lame father, he wouldn't have so many direct memories 13 years later. But because he was a good and close father, he does.

All of those memories are gifts. All of them are ways of keeping aspects of that person alive in our world. It's how we remember them in the decades that follow. Their victories, their losses, and everything in between. Virtues they quietly did that you find out later. Virtues you realize only in hindsight how big they were.

I sometimes do the same thing as you. Putting significant feelings into words.

I feel that looking at myself carefully can be healing.

When I think back on things that struck my heartstrings, the memories slowly reappear, so I write them down in as much detail as possible.

By doing so, the mind becomes more certain.

Being able to see or touch something is not the only way to prove its existence.

Maybe, I've never adored anyone, so I envy people like you. Having heart’s home.

Until now, I have equated chains that bind with safety rope. That's so stupid.

a human body without a head but moves or a machine that resembles a human,

which is scarier?

the answers will build a future.

let’s bet now that human beings will regain humanity.

need rough healing.

we can find a new manoeuvre.

we can find a way to break madness.

philosophy is similar to weapon.

a world where neither is necessary would be the best.

but if era is when needs both, cannot put them

Squid rockets are cute. Rockets defy gravity and tear through the atmosphere. Earth is not their side. But they have no loneliness. Rockets carry dreams and the possibilities of lives. People like them.

Fighter jets are allowed to exist because there are enemies. They burn taxes, make noise and, incidentally bomb. People hate fighters. Propaganda can’t be even a comfort. They have loneliness. If pilots have philosophy, their minds will be tormented. But

If pilots were to innocently rejoice over their war results, it is better to use artificial intelligence.

What is power? Suppressing own evil thoughts.

What kind of person is a strong person? The strong serves those who are hurt.

for what? What do i want to be strong for?

I live while longing for love,

but I'll never get it, then

one day I'll die.

hilarious, it's like an aria

Is agape love? Isn't it a dominant behaviour like being amused by sight of ants in a box and taking pity on them?

If there is something that gives a human being the capacity to love all of humanity, it is having one person to love among human beings. true or false, which it returns?

Reading complexity and trying to live well within it makes me difficult to love someone.

By finding the answer, will it be lost on exchange?

屈託なく神を信じる人々は幸福なのだろうか?

思案と会得の末に行く道でなければ空虚なのではないだろうか?

そのような人々がそんな事を思案するはずがない、人々は3メートル先にコインが落ちていればそれだけで澱みなくその道を邁進できる。i can’t

What other way is there