People really think a lot when they are in a corner.
At the end of the day, their minds are occupied only with escaping from their worries and suffering.
I just want to escape from it.
It’s okay as long as you are still aware of the suffering and can control it, but at some point, without being aware of it, you will suddenly climb over the circuit breaker at the railroad crossing without even hearing the sound of the alarm going off.
That is probably the overflow of suffering.
Even you cannot stop it, and when it gets to that point, it will be nearly impossible for others to stop it.
When you reach that point, it is almost impossible for others to stop you. Is it really possible? Even if it is possible, what can we do? What kind of words would be needed? Perhaps even the word of God is impossible.
People who pretend to be agnostics often say, “I will die in the field someday,” or “I will die alone,” or “I will die alone. But I have rarely seen anyone who can really die in the field.
Perhaps there must be some kind of talent involved.
Once upon a time, there was the concept of sokushin-buddha. Death” as the completion of enlightenment.
In other words, it is just a half-suicide, a very death. However, I think it is an act that can only be done after a long period of practice and discipline to reach that point.
A person can commit suicide, but he or she cannot die. It requires talent and a certain aptitude.
At least, I have neither the talent nor the guts to die in the field. I am sure that I can only walk around in a daze in the face of suffering, like Kenji Miyazawa in his poem, “Even in the Rain” (though not against the cold summer).
Back to the subject, the possibility of others saving others.
Not psychotherapists, not school teachers, not parents, not friends, not lovers. Nor is it politics, nor is it religion.
After all, in the end, it is not others, but the words that you speak to yourself. That may be the only way to save yourself.
I believe that the ultimate “survival ability” is to have the power to speak to oneself at the end, to have the “words” that can gently speak to oneself in such a corner, the “words” that can save oneself.
And I believe that the poems of the best poets, such as the aforementioned Kenji Miyazawa’s “Even in the Rain,” are “words of salvation” that they uttered to themselves when they were cornered at the very last minute.
As a result, Kenji Miyazawa must have been saved by his own words. However, his life after that was like a half-death.
What is the meaning of writing poetry? I am sure that one day I want to save myself with my own words.
See you soon.
