Monday, July 31, 2006
Mystical Saturday Night.
I faced his birth.
He told me "Hey boy, my name is Cicada !! It's cool, isn't it??"
I said "Ah...Yeah, it's cool!!"
He said, "Oh! Thank you! I'm satisfied!!"
And he said, "We are hated by the people."
Me:"Yeah, I know...but..."
He:"You understand their heart?? Oh, I'm very sad. Bye."
Me:"Wait, wait!! Fact, many people hates your noizy voice. But I think it is your life work!! So, anybody can't hate you...but..."
He:"Boy, thank you. Yes, we can't speak quietly. But we live only 1 week in outside of the soils. So, we speak & talk to other fellows, and find the partner, and have to make our child born. So, we have to..."
Me:"Yeah, I see. OK!! I'll blog and tell about your fighting against the time!! I don't hate you! Oh, your body becames black! So, you can fly??"
He:"Yeah! I can do...and I have to go!! Thank you boy!"
Me:"Yes. I want to say "Thank you" to you, too! You gave me a chance to think it!! OK! Bye! Find a wonderful partner!!"
........Booooooooon. He had gone.
We have to think again, about we think it is natural.
