Haruchika Noguchi Bot @nharuchikabot

Where there is no desire, there is no life. To give up is to die.
To rationalize one's inability to do something,
and to console oneself, is what we call illness.

I was struck. I had forgotten for a while.
This book, which I have reread and cherished many times since long ago,
Tetsu Nagasawa's "Wild Philosophy: The Life and Universe of Haruchika Noguchi"

was recalled to me at a perfect moment.
Both the good and the not-so-good,
are what we desire.
People willingly move towards the results they desire.
Therefore, to protest the significance of those results is misplaced.

To give up is to die.
To rationalize one's inability to do something,
and to console oneself, is what we call illness.

Now,
on Facebook, which I don't quite know how to use,
I encountered a sweet, sparkling moment.



A once-a-year blessing. A dazzling honey (Japanese honey) arrived.



When one unexpectedly encounters such kindness,

even if faced with unsettling events,

people remember the hope for tomorrow.

How many different kinds of honey have I tasted in my life so far?

Honey is sweet. Yet, it contains a surprisingly complex flavor.

The smoothness upon touching the tongue is never the same, either.

Shall we call it an encounter with the unknown?

Memories I thought I knew dissolve on the tongue, much like the honey itself, vanishing with a throb.

The memory of the last honey tasted remains,
but the memories of the honeys tasted before then disappear, as if exchanged for it.



What this Japanese honey has evoked from my memory is,

none other than, Winnie the Pooh's honey.

I hadn't been able to find it for a long time, yet it had always been on my mind.

What is the taste of honey that makes Pooh so obsessed?

Ah, so this is what it was.









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