Living things and marine snow. This was written in Japanese in March 13, 2005. And, it was translated to English in March 13, 2005.			 
		    
		I am in the depths of sea now probably though it doesn't know why.				 
		   
	When it looks up at the dark blue space, marine snow are falling ceaselessly, slowly and quietly. Then, minute living things like microbe are rising from the depths of sea through the falling translucent snows. How many of them would arrive at the surface of this sea ? Perhaps some of them, using up their strength somewhere, would change to marine snow unfortunately. The quietness is death, and the undulation is lives. In the depths of the sea, I feel like that.
		     
	However, what could I understand until now ? What realization have I gotten really ? Suspicious visions only gather to my heart day after day. But, it states nothing now as for the thing. "The marine snow keep falling, and the things with lives keep rising from the depths of sea". I almost can't realize anything besides the things like that I saw actually.
		The deep sea is terrible cold. So, I cause the heat with all my might. 
		     
	And, it, wanting the answer, shouts toward the empty space. But, the person to respond is nowhere. By any chance, isn't there the answer for my question ? If not, does my question include nothing important to answer ? Words of the value for existence go away across my mind, recollected for a moment. The things with the lives all are rising from the depths of sea furthermore now. But, I'm left without a glance in the depths. Light doesn't arrive at me.
		The gravity is death, and light is lives. Curse gravity gives off shuts me in the bottom of sea, doesn't untie me at all.				
			  
		Or else, would it be because I couldn't bear the pressure of the deep sea ? I feel the pain whenever my bones creak. However, would it also be the evidence showing I am living in this world ? Perhaps I would be in this world as far as the marine snow keeps falling. And, it would keep on watching the sensitive interplay of the marine snow and living things. Because soul is everlasting and image born from soul like that causes the future of this world.
		However, the gravity to bear that curse, by any chance, may be myself.
By the way, in the depths of that sea, I saw the dream the deep-blue skyscraper suddenly lurches at the base and leans against the adjacent buildings. It was uncanny dream really.
Cotosiro