When the Sky Falls
Being a "Living Human" in a Dying System
Over the past two days, in order to transmute lived history into lessons for our modern existence, we have traced the trajectory of a figure who poured his entire life force into navigating a turbulent epoch. This is not a mere flood of content designed to satisfy the intellectual curiosity of excavating historical facts or figures. It is a praxis to cultivate the contemplation of life—what it means to be a “living human”—a dimension that has slipped from the grasp of the modern consciousness. It is, so to speak, a fundamental displacement from intellectual curiosity to intellectual inquiry.
The history of a nation or an ethnos demands the utmost reverence when approached. Yet, the present reality is overrun by fools who possess no such respect, reducing history to convenient fodder to be commodified. A nation or a people does not exist to be cooked up as material for one’s fame, intellectual appetite, or monetary gain. It is nauseating that such axiomatic truths are still trampled upon in so-called advanced nations.
Modern Japan, in particular, may seem a suitable prey, a convenient repository of materials from various perspectives. However, my gaze remains fixed not on the content presented, but solely on the character of the narrator presenting it. It is time we admonished the barbarism of those who, with slovenly disregard, arbitrarily interpret other nations and peoples.
With this unwavering conviction, I will write the final chapter of the historical figure we have walked alongside since the day before yesterday.