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If I had to give an analogy, what would it be?
The unconscious mind touches the conscious mind.
As if sensations have personalities.
A puts his hand on B's shoulder without B noticing.
Nothing was ever empty;

It simply fell and accumulated over a long period of time, like snow covering the ground.The moment the touch hit, I realized it,

but my brain couldn't process it, not understanding what had happened. Or rather, in that fleeting moment, the vast amount of information burned through my mind, inside and out.

A loud noise rang out.
"Get excited, get excited."

The beginning and end of life,
Decades or a few hours, don't make much difference.
"Take the bitterness of parting and the deep forest of the end with you."

"Don't think, feel."
The unconscious mind touches the conscious mind.

It seems that both the end and the beginning are merely cracks touched by the shaking.

my name is rocknroll