This condition could not be resisted, or perhaps there were too many choices regarding problems that should be made by people.
Why would I find myself entangled in such unfounded concerns while pondering such inexplicable questions?
If things could be accepted just as they appeared on the surface,
I wouldn't need to analyze them so carefully or discuss their many aspects.
Therefore, this also meant that some of the things before my eyes required a change in the way I considered the issues.
In the depths of the night forest, the sound of leaves rustling was like a grand concert.
Those various memories and impressions about issues that flashed back in my mind
seemed as if the forest was recounting to me the ancient events it had witnessed.
When the situation had reached a point where it no longer required any further careful consideration or confrontation by people,
suddenly he widened his eyes, his pupils focusing on the dark and profound depths of the forest.
