The Dream

In our daily mission, this is our 4th hour in space. And I began to feel somewhat sick. Before this mission, I did a lot of trips, I fought against the war, but I did not go to space. I have completed all the tests, but they are not compared with the actual space. My body feels the light, as if my heart did not do anything. The biggest question about the universe is my incredible view of all the planets and stars in the window on the side of the control room.

There is a dream to bother the writer: a dream of a perfect novel. This is just a dream that causes confusion and suffering. The dream of this perfect novel is actually the dream of self revelation. In the United States, self is properly integrated into society. Their dream for their perfect novel is called "a great American novel." . . Still I think the principle is the same. On both sides of the Atlantic Ocean, we dream of a novel that fully conveys the truth of experience. Such revelation is impossible - it will always be a partial vision, and it is difficult to achieve even part of the vision. The reason why it is hard to think more than some wonderful novels is that the responsibility I've been talking about - the responsibility to convey the truth of my idea accurately - is the most demanding responsibility.

Yes, I was dreaming of a dream My dream is November 3. They are now teasing me and telling me that this is just a dream. But if a dream informs me of the truth, is it a dream or a reality? If a person recognizes the truth and sees the truth, you know this is the truth, and nothing else can exist, regardless of whether you are sleeping or awake. Let's make it like a dream. But you have lived so many real life that I originally wanted suicide. Enrich your strength!