I suddenly realized that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't figure out where my place was, where I was, or what street I was on. Not only this, but I didn't really know which city I was in. The clarity of my thoughts faded, and I lost my perception of space. What country was I in? I gradually came to realize that I didn't even know what planet I was on. I was lost in the infinite universe. Just then I realized that everyone becomes a homeless wanderer after they are born and has difficulty finding a proper place for themselves as soon as they touch the ground and let out their initial cry. They will spend their whole life trying to determine their position—becoming anxious and griping about its vagueness. Everyone is a wanderer in space. Even the notion of possession carried out by those who own land, palaces, and mansions is in fact just an assumption based on imitation. Some people aren't even satisfied by owning their own lands, palaces, and man-sions, but to make it their own instead want to own whole cities, countries, and the universe itself. All of this comes from a kind of worry that is based on the feeling that a person can't determine a lasting position in the universe. The more this happens, the more a person wants to own their place in the world and deny the idea that nothing can really belong to them. Or that they themselves were born into this world for no other reason than to be a wanderer for their whole life. They want to deny all of this by madly thinking that they can own things unceasingly.
Perhaps what people think, when they think that things belong to them, is just an assumption. In fact, perhaps the original form or standard of space was not in reality at all close to what they had thought it was when they began imitating it. This idea is similar to Pascal's idea that the universe is an infinite space whose center is everywhere. And furthermore, that these centers do not have any spaces around them. If everything is the center, how could someone determine their position? This is a problem because they are standing in the center of the world, while at the same time others are also standing in the center of the world. Compared to this, people's original structuring of space into districts, cities, countries, and continents is a kind of foolish game. But at the same time, as people become caught up as characters in this scenario, they nevertheless begin to think that they are actually real characters. They think that the conditions and narrative in the structure of the game are real. The funny thing is that whether or not the players know that it is a game, or if they play the game unconsciously, all of them believe that it will be dramatic and interesting. Even players who play the characters who have been condemned to death hope that it is not a made-up thing, but rather, that it is real—even though accepting the reality of it is a horrible thing for them. When the director of the play sees this, he laughs uncontrollably.
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