Sunny
Antonio Inoki and Sanyutei Enraku passed away.
I was not a particular fan of either of them.
Since I was a little kid, they were there when I turned on the TV. And they were there until recently.
Somehow, I had vaguely assumed that when I turned on the TV, they were always there and would always be there.
Then, suddenly, they disappeared. In a sense, I feel a greater sense of loss when they disappear than when someone close to me passes away.
I know that there is no eternity in this world, and that my life is not eternal either.
Their deaths teach us that.
To live may be to gradually become accustomed to the fact that nothing in this world is eternal.
I bow my palm in prayer.
Autumn winds carry various thoughts
