The following is a continuation of the paper by Mr. Nishibe Susumu.
In the winter of this civilization, for 40 minutes at umwelt who had his wife's blood pressure cut by 40 and became a dead body, this old man hugs that (substantial) corpse lying in the hospital bed Continuing, while muttering as "Thank you, Thank you, Thank you", I could not help feeling that myself is still entering the coffin.
In addition, it is this old man himself who asked medicine for medicine that is required to shorten her life (the same type as suppressing the symptoms of schizophrenia) to prevent her delirium (by morphine) .
While agreeing that their couple died in the fashionable society of "the dance of death" as if it were a natural phenomenon, so to speak, this old man thought "to the life of one's own before" The only person who was giving us - that which is a form of cooperation is rather a normal form in mass society - became a bone, and at the same time his own lives and meanings were also stripped and bone fragments It will be converted to. "
The late elderly now has nihilism, or I am not saying this because I want to talk about the sentimentalism of "Wife Love".
In the 'winter of civilization', it is only that he acknowledges that memories of his life and interpretation of it are only freezing and death in the long run.
Evidence of that is that more than two and a half years have passed since the death of the wife, but this old man cannot do anything other than "to relentlessly confirm the fact that his wife died."
In other words, I entered the dimension of life different from when my wife was there, and the "subject matter to be truly left” in the new dimension is a matter of choosing” how I will die?" It is as if there is only one.
This draft continues.