================================================================== My glazed brain from this spring. From my proper delusion. ==================================================================							To old Edition.
		First this was written, in Japanese in April 3, 2005. And, the English edition in May 23, 2005 based on the Japanese edition was revised like this in November 15, 2013. It added to this page the several URL to link up, in July 29, 2016. Noguti Hiromasa.
In spite of being spring now, I grope sunny place, roaming around into spring haze. It is because the spring haze changes to the mysterious fog with becoming dense frequently. So, my mind also becomes hazy increasingly.
Three dimension universe with characteristic time.			But, would this be reality? If not, would it be dream? Or else, would it be it is my delusion in reality? When it notices suddenly, Symphony No.4 by Sibelius sneaks up on me. It must be because it has reached the age apt to sleep poorly. Certainly the sound I have heard just before was to have been Berlioz's Symphony Fantastique. In spite of that, why did it change to Sibelius' No.4 when? Anyhow, the cause spring doesn't come yet must be the matter like that.
	Where am I ? Who am I ? I suddenly stops walking, caught to the question like that in spite of the hazy consciousness.
	When it looks around oneself, frozen bog in the coniferous forest dim in spite of daytime invites me to get in there. But, would this be reality? If not, would it be nightmare? Or else, would it be it is my delusion in reality? Just before, I were to have been in the field of flowers the butterflies swarm. I must feel so because my neurons are apt to short-circuit because of aging. Certainly the sound I have heard just before was to have been Berlioz's Symphony Fantastique. But, until just now, certainly I were in the field of flowers the butterflies swarm and fly around me.
			In spite of that, liar bird suddenly appears, sneers at me, singing the Pganini's capriccio. The cause the convulsion of nature often occurs must be the matter like that. Once "Eroica" was resounding bravely. However, at when was it ? Who did change the pure gods and goddesses of "Pastorale" to the monstrous ?
When it suddenly notices, requiem by Faure is sobbing as a time.
	But, would this be reality? If not, would it be dream? Or else, would it be it is my delusion in reality? When it looks back, the god of death pretending a angel invites me with the tender look. It must be because recently I am apt to go out from the flesh. Give me light more ! It is impossible a false angel leads me to pretended peace even if he is very cunning. Anyhow, it seems the "Fantastique" to make my consciousness hazy is the entrance to the Sibelius's forest. Demons are sounding the bell for their Sabbath. The cause the unlucky people are so many must be the matter like that.								The secret of memory and the possibility world.
	In spite of being spring now, I grope sunny place, roaming around into spring haze. When it notices suddenly, it sees the demons and monstrous beings on the ruined castle under the moonlight.
			But, would this be reality? If not, would it be nightmare? Or else, would it be it is my delusion in reality? Since it tends to see strange things recently, let me dance! If I do so, cocks would dance together with me, too ! Whenever I cry, the heavens also cry as well. And, whenever I get caught to anger, The earth trembles with anger, too. "Other persons' pains are your pain. Your misfortune is this world's misfortune." The demons and monstrous beings tell me like that. I was hearing it in the hazy consciousness.
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