私が今住んでいるところは、ボストンの中心から電車で１０分ほど離れ、太西洋のOcean Viewで有名なHabor Pointという所です。沖縄の海とは又違ったダイナミックさが魅力的です。オフィスは市の中心にあるので、行きは電車で帰りは健康のため歩いて帰ります（約４５分程度）。家に帰ると、ルームメイトのジルと晩御飯を作り、近所の友達と海の側のベンチで食べます。タコライスとオムライスは、国際的にばかうけです！最近では、うちに来てタコライスを作ってくれ！というリクエストも多くなり、タコライス伝道師として沖縄県から認められたい今日この頃です。
If you like Paris in the rain, a terrace in the sun, and a piece of waffle in a hot chocolate, you might enjoy reading it.
About Hemingway,,,,,Yes, he is sexy indeed.
I don’t know why but what he said about ‘love’ and ‘death’ in the film struck me. “Only when you love someone so deeply, you can overcome the fear for death”,,,,it’s not the exact quotation but it was somewhat like that. I thought that was brilliant even though it sounds very cheesy. If I am understanding him right, Death is the ultimate fear, which is common to all human beings, and Love is the ultimate Anesthesia that can numb this fear. As we have already discussed, Love is neither eternal nor a cure for the fear; you must kill it in order to preserve its effect, but still it’s powerful nonetheless. Of course, this kind of wisdom can only come from a person like Hemingway who actually FACED DEATH at some point in his/her life. In other words, one cannot know the extreme fear for death until he faces death; thus, those who have not experienced the fear for love does not even have a capacity to understand the effect of love. You get what you pay for. An intense effect can only be produced by an intense cause.
I want this intensity in my life.
So, is Hemingway telling us that there is no way of feeling death without driving an ambulance in Italian Front? No, I don’t think so. Death, I think, exists in our everyday life. Death does not necessary mean a physical one. For me, losing authenticity is a rigid death that leads to one’s mental, perhaps physical as well, termination. Authenticity is the only thing that defines my individual being. Loss of authenticity is loss of SELF, which I think even more frightening than the physical death. The most difficult part of this kind of death is the fact that there is no antagonist. You do not have solid enemies to fight against. Moreover, not only the subjects to fight against but also death itself is invisible. Like a cocoon without its inhabitant, only a sense of emptiness remains. Slowly but surely, it will approach you, capture you, and bury you in your daily routine, school, bills, co-workers, etc.
The fear for this kind of death, therefore, is not as keen as the fear, in which Hemingway describes. It’s dull, scattered and unframed. The fear for physical death is an obstacle to be overcome; consequently it could feed one’s creativity, imagination and so on. But the fear I am talking about is absolutely infertile in its original form.
Then what can we do? Well, we can concretize this fear by facing, remembering, and understanding it everyday. This way, we can artificially create a wall, which prevents externalities from terminating our authenticity. Only in this peaceful void, one can fully enjoy the true self.
And this, my friend, is eternal. Don't you think?
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