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August 13, 2004

The Structure of the Inner Life of a Philosopher

The essay, The Structure of the Inner Life of a Philosopher: The Multi-Layered Aspects of Speech, which illustrates the inner development of Morioka's philosophy from his boyhood to the mid-1990s, was uploaded. I hope you will enjoy a personal history of the webmaster. This essay was translated by Ethan Schwalbe from Japanese. Ethan voluntarily translated this essay; I thank him for his work from the bottom of my heart.

If you are interested in translation of my essays or books, from Japanese to your language, or from English to your language, etc., please contact me. A couple of volunteers are translating some of my works into some languages, so please do not hesitate to join.

And I started a weblog (again). Ozgurel has put a comment to the July entry. Thank you, Ozgurel.

It is still hot here in Augst. I am now concentrating on writing a new book.

Photo: Buildings at Umeda, Osaka

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  • “There are, indeed, things that cannot be put into words. They make themselves manifest. They are what is mystical.”

    When someone confronts death, someone else’s death or her own, fear and evasion is the typical behaviour. We wake up in the moment of the confrontation with the truth that we are mortal and then, being extremely vexed by this, we escape from it, going back to sleep. In sleep, we forget everything or we can believe in the dreams, which claim that we can live eternally. The world becomes a sleeping bag, with our beliefs, worries and greed. No one wakes up to realize that particular moment she exists in. Because she is taught that this very moment is petty and no matter of concern. That is why, I guess, one does not become aware that everyday, she kills and dies for the sake of the things which are told to be important, great and necessary for her. Then the moments of life become petty, insipid, meaningless, just as the lives of the sleepwalkers. It is hard to bear the very moment of the contemporary life. It is even harder to breath in the poisoned air that no sleeper is aware of.

    To die is to be absent. Whether you are asleep or you are concerned with the past or the future so you can not get involved in at the moment, you are dead. If you can grasp, realize, cherish and give meaning to the present time, then you are alive.

    To die is to be lost in abstraction. Words and numbers are killers if we do not use them consciously. Words and numbers rule our lives. To get rid of the “annoyance” caused by an actual being and get back safely to sleep, we name it or number it.


    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 4:55 AM, August 26, 2004  

  • Thank you Ozgurel.

    I discussed "death of myself" again in the recent book, Painless Civilization (2003), Chapter 7. You might want to see the index of the book on the books page of INLS. But actually, I think I will discuss one more time in a future book because I am not satisfied with it.

    By Blogger Masahiro_Morioka, at 6:46 AM, October 24, 2004  

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