[100 Challenge] DanJi’s reading note_40

We will meet someday
40 brilliant stories that connect me, others, and the world
Mr. Chae, the author of the book
a publishing whale book
Issued on December 31, 2017.

The horizon is my range and the range of the world at the same time. We live on our horizons. Therefore, the meeting is a fantastic event. The encounter between you and me is more than just a meeting between people and people. It's more like a conflict between the world and the world. Knowing you are enduring your circle, infiltrating into my circle, and surviving the waves of your world encroaching on the coast of my world. That's probably why. The eyes of someone who has been alone again after spending a stormy time together have become more profound. Now, his world is becoming more beautiful and captures the traces of other worlds that have been swept away. Breaking up is not necessarily a pity. It's neither a failure nor a waste. When the waves of your mind have subsided over time, try walking along the coast of my world. The time, story, maturity, and understanding left by his world will become a shell, shining on the sandy beach like a gem.


Time
People live their way of time, not on the surface. Some live in the present, others in the past, and others in the future. I meet people who live in the past. There are two kinds. Some people live in regret, and others live in longing. His past strongly erodes the present and the future, resulting in his whole life becoming one past. I meet people who live in the future, too. There are two kinds, too. Some people live in hope, while others live in anxiety. His future strongly erodes his present and past, resulting in his whole life becoming one future. There is no way to check how long others live. Because the inner time is revealed only to oneself. But what is clear is that they are not the same. Some live shortly, others live in the near past, and others live in the far future or the far future.
The reason why I tell this story is because of people living in a unique time. There are people like this. Some people live in the extremely distant future or the distant past. Some people live after death or before birth. They live a 'non-existent 在.' They live by pulling non-existent, disappearing, nothing, not here, Pian 彼岸, and transcendence into the present. But that life is impossible. Absence cannot be the cause of life. So, it instead erases life. People living in an extreme future have no life.
These people. We want to evaluate people who can't stand on their feet. What do you think? Are these people positive or negative? Some people affirm them on reasonable grounds. The rationale is as follows. People living in absentia are aware of their extinction, so they don't cling to reality and don't get greedy. They become philosophical or religious. So they don't harm others.
On the other hand, others deny them on reasonable grounds. The rationale is as follows. People living in absentia are not faithful to the given reality and are obsessed with religion, the afterlife, or something metaphysical because they focus on their extinction. They pursue empty things and destroy the critical reality. However, it is clear that criticizing the other side's position for any valid reason does not determine whether it is. It is inevitably the life of others and should be evaluated within others.
The reason I pay attention to them is to know. That I am that kind of person. I bring forth future death and live in the present. The questions most strongly creeping on me in my present life are like this. What is death? What is left after death? Is science's argument that there is nothing after death reasonable? Is it okay to maintain an agnostic attitude that the problem after death is unknown? Or is there no problem with believing that God's judgment will await you after death?
And I think. No question can be answered accurately without doubt. However, I am sure of one thing. The 'life of a person living in absence' and the 'life of a person living in existence' cannot be the same. Thinking about absence becomes the only driving force that makes me crave something while helplessly eroding me in the present.