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We Want anytime to Look at Landscapes so Honestly in Rest, But

Pops up, pops up, pigeon as a symbol of peace, oh, that kind of phrase and melody is nostalgic.
If I had a child, that taste must mean so much.


Looking at local landscape, surely, I get that feeling.
But, its lical meaning must have been shifted according to the change of age.
The same meaning of forest’ freeness must be shifted with the cognitive shift of us along the scientific viewpoint and evlution of it. So often.


Meaning of wonderfulness must change with myself change, it could be going on to the age needing so syinthesizing directing trendy angle.
Surely, even now we can feel joyfully to forest bathings in our daily life, so advantageuous to keep our health, for example so industrial revolution age’s people must be so busy never so relaxed in forest or so, just after war expiration were the similar circumstanced to us, either.


Field, local mountainous vilege landscape evokes so relaxed emotion, it means the evidence of being so peaceful.


However, we anytime so busy to be vigilant in being noticed to the media reporting news or so with TV or internet.
But reported broadcast news sources are arbitrarily chozen by the prducres of these prgrames.
Never reported and broadcast things are apt to be neglected, but these never reported matters are always indlude truly so important truths hidden in secretly unseen to us.


Thus, as if the media movement whole over the world makes us so illusinistically so attracted to the images of the world, but those kinds of images are juts only so specific arbitrary membranes to us.


Real things are never seen matters, but simultanesuly what we read as the meaning must never be all of these.


What are the real things?
There how can we surely discover the true meaning?


Otherwise, so simple thing could be each momentary iluusion as the way to feel for us, coldn’t it?
Thus, even the way to look at everything so honestly means either the trick to us, I can feel so, either.


If we are forcibly imposed honesty, it could never be honesty to us neither.
It could be submissive sevility.


Yes, so natural condition without any occupation from anything must be thought so savage, but even this would be another meant thing to us according to nature’s circumstance making us read with another valuable standard.
In other words, nature has no difference between simlicty and being never so simple.
Rather, atoms, quarks, by themselves they do never be tangible to be simple nor never simple.


Thus, only abstruct, original somewhat, or so recgnitive thing only are so real, from the beginning, meaning what the world exists is the fact so cruely severe and strict somewhat so ridiculing our fuluffy imagination.


Nature may have been a created thing by God, or to say that we are just only so mortaly ephemeral beings in universe.


World can be seen to us so widened expanding from our eyes, so tangibly, surely, we could be sensitive but nature by itself for world itself so axiomatic way to exist, probably.


In a rage that I can feel so enigmatic toward the world my death would be a little further, so sensibly, just I by myself create my own enigma., I could say to myself either so.


What I need simplicity to nature means just only my selfish hope to project my own ideal naturality to nature itself, so intuitively I feel so either.


Nature is probably the thing so transcending over simple, nor tough, at the matter of fact, another one.


Yes, time consistently accompanies it, nature itself is accompanied with time, its thing either for nature so tough but unknown to us neither, somewhat something, probably.


(May. 15th. 2019)