Playing with a music box , real stars in the sky watched When someone was born from the point Where... Read More
Playing with a music box , real stars in the sky watched
When someone was born from the point
Where someone was born, in "Hymn of Birth”.
About that we live in this world.
About that we were born in this timing, and we will pass away.
About that this world consists of lives like this, now.
About the set of a unit and the unit is us, ourself.
That world, and this world,
Like that. About feeling the existence of the binary opposition.
I can't speak this word to you without much thought.
But I want at least to bless that you live.
The start was that the cousin died after three months of age. Her body was so small especially. I remember that she breathed oxygen from nozzle crumpling her small face. She seemed to always live stronger than any of the relatives gathered at the hospital. I thought that she was divine. There must have some meaning that she was born in front of us for a while, I thought vaguely. I was a teenager at the time. To tell a evidence that she lived, I wanted to give her something gift.
There are stupid killings between humans every day in the world. Some people put an end to their lives by themselves. Each may have circumstances. But I get angry that it is too light to think our life in front of those facts. The small newborn certainly lived her life with full power and moved her heart with full power.
Here are cards for music box. Each of cards show stars in the sky observed form the brith place at the birthday and time of a person. There are punch holes at positions of stars of constellations. The diameter of the card is proportional to the age of him or her.
This music is a microcosm of our world that we could exist together at this timing. In this way, our world is also made like orchestra of music boxes and resonates each other.This world is a phenomenon which appeared by accidental accumulation.
So I want you to love a life you got in the world.