A Celestial Body/ๆ˜Ÿใฎไฝ“–an illustrated short story/็ด™่Šๅฑ…

It is Easter. I like writing stories. I wanted to share a story which I wrote for a chapel speech I gave earlier this year. I also drew the illustrations. I have been a Christian all my life, though these days I really have a hard time embracing the teachings and it’s hard for me to say with certainty what is true. However, I keep hoping that there is a loving God out there, and this story is kind of an expression of that hope. I really wanted to write a Christian-inspired science-fiction story, and predictably took some inspiration from from C. S. Lewis’ sci-fi trilogy with the following. The title is a pun playing off of the dual meanings of “body”–and the Japanese title is also a pun, though it works differently… It’s “Hoshi no Karada,” which means “Star Body”–but the word for “desirable” or “to want” is “Hoshii,” and so I was wanting to kind of implicate that meaning in my story, too. A Desired Body. Happy reading–and Happy Easter!

The Japanese version follows the English. Japanese translation provided by Yukakology from Fiverr, with additional edits from my Japanese tutor hero and my coworker Yukiko. All artwork was done by me on paper with pencil, then scanned. Apologies–it’s not great art!

The ATOM pods turned in the gravity pull, detecting the nearby planet and its riches before we could come out of the long sleep. I felt adrenaline as I awoke, knowing that something good had brought me to life. Even just looking out of the sensor window, I could see that the world below us was beautiful, full of treasure we could take for ourselves.

โ€œItโ€™s a good one, I can see even from here,โ€ came Evelynโ€™s voice over the interphone. โ€œThis planet will be our biggest profit yet.โ€

โ€œLetโ€™s take it, then,โ€ I said. โ€œWeโ€™ve been floating for six days. Finally we have something to wake up for, huh?โ€

We turned our pods toward the planet, and we fell from the sky. Our pods, egg shaped, burned lines of fire through the atmosphere, but the shells protected us as we streaked towards land. We skimmed over the water, the stretching oceans, the shimmering flames of the nearest star glittering above us as we searched for a lifeform we could use to adapt into and begin to take everything for ourselves.

โ€œRemember,โ€ I said. โ€œThe lifeform we choose has to be big enough that we can get a good DNA sample. We need to be able to take the organic matter into our biosuits in enough volume or else the mutation will be incomplete. We want to make sure everything goes smoothly so we can really enjoy ourselves.โ€

โ€œYeah, I got it,โ€ said Evelyn. โ€œPlenty of life here to choose from, too.โ€

And there was. Strange bird-like creatures fluttering and singing through the air. Long pin-legged insect-like things dashing across the surface of the lakes. Billions of tendrils poking out of the hills and reaching for the sun. But we needed something big, and these lifeformsโ€”we could take their lives later, but we needed something large for our adaption engines to really work.

โ€œHow about that tree?โ€ Evelyn said. โ€œOver there. Biggest tree I ever saw. Lush. Powerful. We can take it, and it will transform us, make us suitable for this world.โ€

I turned my ATOM pod in the sky, triggered the shade mechanism in my viewing port so that the streaming sunrays wouldnโ€™t dazzle me, and took in the organism before me.

It was like a tree, certainly. Hundreds of feet tall, with gargantuan limbs splayed out, welcoming us in. The outer materialโ€”the skin or bark of the thingโ€”was an intricate play of dark and light, whites and blacks, and splotches of gray. Instead of leaves, the thing had bubbly orbs of glittering green that seemed to suck the energy from the atmosphere and beam out heat themselves. But most beautiful of all were the fruit. Massive hanging bulbous fruit, juicy and inviting, thick with organic material that would be perfect for our adaptation engines.

I sucked in air across my newly-grown teeth.

โ€œItโ€™s against the rules to use the trees,โ€ I said, though I liked what I saw. โ€œSometimes the trees donโ€™t make for good adaptations, you know. It might notโ€ฆโ€

โ€œItโ€™s fine,โ€ Evelyn said. โ€œWe arenโ€™t going to find anything nicer than this. Those old guidelines about trees are outdated anywayโ€”our new adaptation engines have been updated and can handle the transference even from plant life.โ€

She didnโ€™t wait for me to respond. Already her ATOM pod was diving. It plunged into one of the enormous red fruit, larger even that her own space-traversing machine. Immediately the pod began to transform, merge with the fruit, and gorge itself on the available organic material.

โ€œItโ€™s amazing, Guy,โ€ Evelyn said. โ€œThe fruit, this treeโ€”it will provide everything we need to adapt for this world, so we can take anything we want. The powerโ€”itโ€™s astonishing!โ€

Any time we wanted to use a world and make it ours, we first had to merge with organic material in that world so that our bodies could live there. If we just tried to exit our pods in our newgrown bodies, we would be too vulnerable, weak and fresh in a possibly dangerous environment. The rules, thoughโ€ฆ they said we should adapt using an animalโ€”flesh and blood, not the tree.

โ€œItโ€™s good, Guy!โ€ Evelyn cried through the interphone. โ€œItโ€™s so good! You need this!โ€

I couldnโ€™t bear to stay away, hearing Evelynโ€™s excited voice. My ATOM pod seared down from the sky almost beyond my control, and I bonded with a second fruit, the pod hitting it with a loud, wet pop. Soon the skin of my pod was pulling in organic materialโ€”I could hear the juices gurgling around me, assimilating, pulling through the membrane of my cosmic machine.

And I did feel it. The power. The knowledge of this world that would sustain us, the DNA and the pieces of this gorgeous world that were becoming a part of me.

Yes. With this power, we would become the creatures we needed to be to live in this environment, and absorb the truth, the facts of how to adapt through the elegance of the DNA of this amazing lifeform that obviously was thriving here. I felt my body infused with everything we needed to rule and conquer this world.

Within a few hours, our bodies had been converted to something greater than we could ever have imagined, and we emerged from the cosmic membranes of our pods. My body was larger, muscular, my eyes sharper, my mind dancing with the information of a million lives, and I knew how I could make this world my own.

I fell dozens of feet to the floor of the world, and the tendril-like plants whispered away from my gripping feet. I roared and shook my fists at the sky, and I heard Evelyn cry out her own victory not far away. We dashed through the undergrowth to each other, each step cementing the use and the power of our bodies, making us more confident in our new skins.

We crashed into each other, and I lifted her above my head, and our eyes flashed as we looked on each other in naked triumph.

โ€œWe are masters of this world,โ€ Evelyn said. โ€œWe will take everything we need.โ€

โ€œYes, but less us prepare ourselves fully,โ€ I said, and reached to pull off strips of black bark from the tree. โ€œWe need to protect our new skin as it hardens for this world.โ€

The black bark oozed and shifted onto our bodies after we applied the clothing chemicals that shifted the structures of the molecules and created living vestments we could use to cover ourselves. Soon we were running, laughing, taking anything we wanted from our new world.

Nothing could stand against us. The creatures of our new home, for all their variety and beauty, could not overcome our space weaponry, nor our perfect new bodies and the power within us. Again and again, everything we found, anything we wanted, we took, the treasures, the fruits, all things of value bowed before us and went into our collection modules, crunched down to microscopic size via the portable black holes housed inside.

โ€œThis world is the richest one found yet in the history of our race!โ€ cried Evelyn. โ€œLook at the minerals, the rich biodiversity, the metals housed in the hills, the quality of the oceans and all that we can yet learn!โ€

I laughed, and I leapt dozens of feet in the air, pouncing over the shrubbery, crushing everything underfoot, sucking all that I wanted into my portable black hole.

But as the days passed, I realized something was wrong. I woke up with the knowledge that something had broken inside of myself, and I felt a streak of fear stab through my mind. I stood from the bed of pulverized downy cotton matter that had made my bed, and something gave in my leg.

I looked down, and my skin had cracked. The black leathery bark clothing was starting to split. I desperately tried to run, and found my legs seemed to splinter beneath me.

โ€œEvelyn!โ€ I yelled. โ€œWhat is happening?โ€

She emerged from behind the cover of overlapping enormous leaves, but I knew from one glance that the flaw was in her, too. The power that I had seen that first day in her new body had halved and broken. Something creaked in her bones as she turned to look at me.

โ€œDeath is in this organic stuff we have taken in,โ€ she said. โ€œDid it not fully adapt us? Did the technology fail?โ€

I grabbed her arms, feeling the pain jag through my fingers as I held her.

โ€œYou did this!โ€ I said. โ€œThe guidelines warned against using the trees when making the adaptations! Why wouldnโ€™t you listen to me?โ€

โ€œIf you are so wise, then why did you follow and use the fruit for your own adaptation?โ€ Evelyn retorted. โ€œYou are no wiser than I!โ€

โ€œDo you both find yourselves so full of excuses?โ€ came a voice then. โ€œListen to yourselves, and see how you have led yourselves to destruction.โ€

Someone was stepping through the flora nearby. The footsteps were like thunder. Yet there was a gentleness in the voice that reverberated through our hearts.

It was the Man. Larger than either of us. Perfectly adapted for this world. Somehow I knew right away we were supposed to adapt through this organism, and not through just any tree or thing we could find in our rush to take and make everything our own.

The Man stepped closer, taking us by the hand, leading us through the underbrush. We walked with him, tears in our eyes, our bodies failing, cracking, falling apart. Even just a few steps and I could hardly breathe, could not keep up with his quickening steps.

โ€œI will carry you, but you must let go of your burdens,โ€ said the Man. โ€œThere isnโ€™t time nor space for you to carry all the things you have stolen. Let go of them, and I will carry you.โ€

What could we do? I did not want to drop the packages, the fruit of our labors, but my knuckles burned with pain as my body continued to shiver and crack. The black hole module fell from my grasp and into the swirling undergrowth.

โ€œFaster, we need to go faster,โ€ said the Man, and his glistening muscles pulled us along, and we saw the tree again from whence we had come, and He brought us there, and we saw He was crying now, His mouth pulled back in a grimace of sorrow.

โ€œYou will need to crawl back into your pods,โ€ He said. โ€œIf you will follow me, I can save you, but I cannot force you to take the positions. I need to take my own.โ€

He put us beside the ATOM pods we had arrived in, and then he was climbing up the tree. I peered across at Evelyn, and she back at me, curled in our painful places. We knew if we climbed into the pods, we would lose everything we had ever known, and all the treasure we had tried to take. But what choice was there?

I coughed and spluttered as I pulled myself into the pod, my black bark clothing curling off of me. I was like a baby, barely able to move, and all I could do was weep, and realize the depth of my selfishness. I saw out of the viewport the Man had taken His position indeed. He was on the tree now, becoming one with it, His arms splayed out across the treeโ€™s limbs, the thorns I had not seen before piercing into him, and His blood was joining the tree. As the pod began to take on His organic matter, I could feel the transformation begin.

I could not see Evelyn. I could only see the Man, and He died, shattering as the tree took Him, and He cried out once in a language that I could not understand, but which my heart took in like sweet words spoken to my soul. The broken body that I had boiled and churned in the pod, and everything purged away, in a riotous wave of stinging, shining new.

When the pod I saw in jettisoned from the tree, and sprung away from that world, I saw, too, that the Man who had climbed the tree was gone, too, and somehow I knew that He somehow was walking again. Somehow it seemed He had escaped the thorns and suffering of the tree which had nearly killed me, and which Had indeed killed him.

I knew He had escaped those thorns because, even as I left the wondrous garden that was the astonishing world I had tried to steal, I knew the Man lived because the blood that burned in my heart was not my own.

I was something new, again. And the treasure I walked away with that day was greater than any I had searched for.

ใ‚ขใƒˆใƒ ใƒใƒƒใƒ‰ใฏ้‡ๅŠ›ใซๅผ•ใ‹ใ‚Œใฆๅ›ž่ปขใ—ใ€่ฟ‘ใใฎๆƒ‘ๆ˜Ÿใ‚’ๆคœ็Ÿฅใ—ใฆใ‹ใ‚‰้•ทใ„็œ ใ‚Šใ‹ใ‚‰่ฆšใ‚ใŸใ€‚็›ฎ่ฆšใ‚ใŸใจใใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใ‚ขใƒ‰ใƒฌใƒŠใƒชใƒณใŒๅ‡บใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใ€‚ไฝ•ใ‹่‰ฏใ„ใ“ใจใŒๅƒ•ใ‚’็”Ÿใ่ฟ”ใ‚‰ใ›ใŸใฎใ ใจ็ŸฅใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ใ‚นใ‚ฏใƒชใƒผใƒณใฎไธญใงใ‚‚ใ€็œผไธ‹ใซๅบƒใŒใ‚‹ไธ–็•ŒใŒ็พŽใ—ใใ€ๅฎ็‰ฉใซๆบ€ใกใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใŒใ‚ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚

ใ€Œใชใ‹ใชใ‹ใ„ใ„ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„ใ€ ใจใ‚คใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใฎๅฃฐใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ€Œใ“ใฎๆƒ‘ๆ˜Ÿใฏใ€ไปŠใพใงใงไธ€็•ชใฎๅŽ็ฉซใญใ€

ใ€Œใใ‚Œใ˜ใ‚ƒใ€ใ“ใ“ใซใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใ€ใจๅƒ•ใฏ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Œใƒฏใƒผใƒ—ใ—ใฆ6ๆ—ฅ็›ฎใ€ใ‚ˆใ†ใ‚„ใ็›ฎใŒ่ฆšใ‚ใŸใฃใฆใ‚ใ‘ใ‹ใ€


ๅƒ•ใŸใกใฏ็ฉบใ‹ใ‚‰่ฝไธ‹ใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅตๅž‹ใฎใƒใƒƒใƒ‰ใŒๅคงๆฐ—ๅœใ‚’ๆจชๅˆ‡ใฃใฆ็ซใฎ็މใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซ็‡ƒใˆใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆๆฐดใฎไธŠใ‚’ๆป‘่ตฐใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅบƒใŒใ‚‹ๆตทใ€ไธ€็•ช่ฟ‘ใ„ๆ˜Ÿใฎใใ‚‰ใ‚ใ็‚ŽใŒ้ ญไธŠใซ่ผใใ€ๅƒ•ใŸใกใŒไฝฟใˆใ‚‹็”Ÿๅ‘ฝไฝ“ใ‚’ๆŽขใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใ€Œๅฟ˜ใ‚Œใกใ‚ƒใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ€ใจๅƒ•ใฏ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Œใ„ใ„ใ‚ตใƒณใƒ—ใƒซใŒๅ–ใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใชๅคงใใ•ใงใชใ„ใจใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‰ใญใ€‚ๅƒ•ใŸใกใŒๆœฌๅฝ“ใซๆฅฝใ—ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ€ใ™ในใฆใŒใ‚นใƒ ใƒผใ‚บใซ้‹ใถใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ—ใŸใ„ใ‚“ใ ใ€

ใ€Œใใ†ใญใ€ใ‚คใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใฏ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Œ้ธใถใปใฉใŸใใ•ใ‚“ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ—ใ€


ใใ—ใฆใ€็ฉบใซใฏไธๆ€่ญฐใช้ณฅใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใช็”Ÿใ็‰ฉใŒ้ฃ›ใณใ€ๆตทใซใฏๆฅต็ดฐใฎ่ถณใ‚’ใ—ใŸๆ˜†่™ซใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชใ‚‚ใฎใŒ้ขฏ็ˆฝใจ็พใ‚Œใ€ไธ˜ใ‹ใ‚‰ใฏไฝ•ๅๅ„„ใจใ„ใ†่”“ใŒ็ชใๅ‡บใ—ใ€ๅคช้™ฝใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆไผธใณใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใŸใกใฏใจใซใ‹ใๅคงใใชใ‚‚ใฎใŒๅฟ…่ฆใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ“ใ‚Œใ‚‰ใฎ็”Ÿๅ‘ฝไฝ“ใฏใ€ๅพŒใงๅ‘ฝใ‚’ๅฅชใ†ใ“ใจใ‚‚ใงใใ‚‹ใŒใ€ๅƒ•ใŸใกใฎ้ฉๅฟœใ‚จใƒณใ‚ธใƒณใŒๆœฌๅฝ“ใซๆฉŸ่ƒฝใ™ใ‚‹ใŸใ‚ใซใฏๅคงใใชใ‚‚ใฎใŒๅฟ…่ฆใ ใฃใŸใ€‚

ใ€Œใ‚ใฎๆœจใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใ‚‹๏ผŸใ€ใ‚คใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใŒ่จ€ใฃใŸ ใ€Œใ‚ใใ“ใ€‚ไปŠใพใง่ฆ‹ใŸไธญใงไธ€็•ชๅคงใใ„ๆœจใ ใ‚ใ€‚้’ใ€…ใจใ—ใฆๅŠ›ๅผทใ„ใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚Œใชใ‚‰ไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„๏ผŸใ€


ใใ‚Œใฏใ€็ขบใ‹ใซๆœจใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ไฝ•็™พใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒˆใ‚‚ใฎ้ซ˜ใ•ใงใ€ๅทจๅคงใชๆ‰‹่ถณใ‚’ๅบƒใ’ใ€ๅƒ•ใŸใกใ‚’ๆญ“่ฟŽใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ๆจน็šฎใฏ็™ฝใ€้ป’ใ€็ฐ่‰ฒใจ่ค‡้›‘ใซ็ตกใฟๅˆใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚่‘‰ใฎไปฃใ‚ใ‚Šใซใ€็ท‘่‰ฒใฎๆณกใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใช็ƒไฝ“ใŒใคใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚ใ ใ‘ใฉใ€ๆœ€ใ‚‚็พŽใ—ใ„ใฎใฏๆžœๅฎŸใ ใ€‚ๅทจๅคงใช็ƒๆ น็ŠถใฎๆžœๅฎŸใŒๅž‚ใ‚Œไธ‹ใŒใ‚Šใ€ๆœ‰ๆฉŸ็‰ฉใงๅŽšใ่ฆ†ใ‚ใ‚Œใ€ใ‚ธใƒฅใƒผใ‚ทใƒผใง้ญ…ๅŠ›็š„ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚

่ฆ‹ใŸๆ„Ÿใ˜ใฏ่‰ฏใ‹ใฃใŸใŒใ€Œๆœจใ‚’ไฝฟใ†ใฎใฏใƒซใƒผใƒซ้•ๅใ ใ€ใจๅƒ•ใฏ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€ŒๆœจใŒใ†ใพใ้ฉๅฟœใ—ใชใ„ใ“ใจใ‚‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใ†ใพใใ„ใ‹ใชใ„ใ‹ใ‚‚ใ—ใ‚Œใชใ„… ใ€

ใ€Œๅคงไธˆๅคซ ใ‚ˆใ€ใจใ‚คใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใฏ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Œใ“ใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ„ใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใฏใชใ„ใ‚ใ‚ˆใ€‚ใฉใ†ใ›ๅคใ„ใ‚ฌใ‚คใƒ‰ใƒฉใ‚คใƒณใฏๆ™‚ไปฃ้…ใ‚Œใ ใ—ใ€็งใŸใกใฎๆŠ€่ก“ใฏใฉใ‚“ใฉใ‚“ใ‚ขใƒƒใƒ—ใƒ‡ใƒผใƒˆใ•ใ‚Œใ€ๆค็‰ฉใงใ‚‚ไฝฟใˆใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใ‚‹ใ‚ใ€

ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ็งใฎ่ฟ”ไบ‹ใ‚’ๅพ…ใŸใšใ€ใ™ใงใซใ‚ขใƒˆใƒ ใƒใƒƒใƒ‰ใ‚’ๆฝœใ‚‰ใ›ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใ‚Œใฏๅฝผๅฅณใฎใƒžใ‚ทใƒณใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅคงใใชๅทจๅคงใช่ตคใ„ๅฎ‡ๅฎ™ใƒชใƒณใ‚ดใซ็ชใฃ่พผใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใ™ใใซใƒใƒƒใƒ‰ใฏๅค‰ๅฝขใ—ๅง‹ใ‚ใ€ๆžœๅฎŸใจไธ€ไฝ“ๅŒ–ใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใ€Œใชใ‚“ใฆใ“ใจใชใฎใ€ใจใ‚คใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใฏ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Œใ“ใฎๆžœๅฎŸใ‚„ๆœจใฏใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใซ้ฉๅฟœใ™ใ‚‹ใŸใ‚ใซๅฟ…่ฆใชใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’ใ™ในใฆไธŽใˆใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ€ไฝ•ใงใ‚‚ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒใงใใ‚‹ใ€‚้ฉš็•ฐ็š„ใชๅŠ›ใ‚ˆ๏ผใ€

ใ‚ใ‚‹ไธ–็•Œใ‚’่‡ชๅˆ†ใŸใกใฎใ‚‚ใฎใซใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจๆ€ใฃใŸใ‚‰ใ€ใพใšใใฎไธ–็•Œใฎๆœ‰ๆฉŸ็‰ฉใจ่žๅˆใ—ใฆใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใŸใกใฎไฝ“ใŒใใ“ใงใ‚‚็”Ÿใใฆใ„ใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใ‚‰ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใชใ‚‰ใชใ„ใ€‚ๅฎ‡ๅฎ™ใ‚’ๆ—…ใ™ใ‚‹ไฝ“ใงใƒใƒƒใƒ‰ใ‹ใ‚‰ๅ‡บใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฑ้™บใชๆ–ฐๅคฉๅœฐใงใฏๅผฑใใ€็„ก้˜ฒๅ‚™ใ™ใŽใ‚‹ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ใƒซใƒผใƒซใงใฏๆœจใงใฏใชใใ€ๅ‹•็‰ฉใฎ่‚‰ใจ่ก€ใ‚’ไฝฟใฃใฆ้ฉๅฟœใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซใชใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ€‚

ใ€Œใ‚„ใฃใŸใ˜ใ‚ƒใชใ„๏ผใ€ใ‚คใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใŒใ‚คใƒณใ‚ฟใƒผใƒ•ใ‚ฉใƒณ่ถŠใ—ใซๅซใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใ€Œใ™ใ”ใใ„ใ„๏ผใ“ใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ€ใ“ใ‚Œ๏ผใ€

ใ‚คใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใฎ่ˆˆๅฅฎใ—ใŸๅฃฐใ‚’่žใ„ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ้›ขใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‰ใ‚ŒใชใใชใฃใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฎใ‚ขใƒˆใƒ ใƒใƒƒใƒ‰ใฏใ€ใปใจใ‚“ใฉๅˆถๅพกไธ่ƒฝใฎ็Šถๆ…‹ใง็ฉบใ‹ใ‚‰้™ใฃใฆใใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ2็•ช็›ฎใฎๆžœๅฎŸใจ็ตๅˆใ—ใ€ใƒใƒƒใƒ‰ใฏๅคงใใๆนฟใฃใŸ้Ÿณใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใฆๆžœๅฎŸใซ่ก็ชใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ™ใใซใƒใƒƒใƒ‰ใฎ็šฎใŒๆœ‰ๆฉŸ็‰ฉใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Š่พผใฟใ€ๆžœ่‚‰ใจๅŒๅŒ–ใ—ใŸๆžœๆฑใŒ็งใฎๅ‘จใ‚Šใงใ‚ดใƒœใ‚ดใƒœใจ้Ÿณใ‚’็ซ‹ใฆใ‚‹ใฎใŒ่žใ“ใˆใŸใ€‚


ใใ—ใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฏ็ขบใ‹ใซๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใ€‚ๅŠ›ใ‚’ใ€‚ๅƒ•ใŸใกใ‚’ๆ”ฏใˆใ‚‹ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใฎ็Ÿฅ่ญ˜ใŒใ€ๆค็‰ฉใฎ็นŠ็ถญใจๆฑใ‚’้€šใ—ใฆๅƒ•ใฎไธ€้ƒจใจใชใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใ‚’ๆ”ฏ้…ใ—ใ€ๅพๆœใ™ใ‚‹ใŸใ‚ใซๅฟ…่ฆใชใ™ในใฆใŒใ€ๅƒ•ใฎไฝ“ใซๆณจใŽ่พผใพใ‚Œใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใ€‚

ๆ•ฐๆ™‚้–“ใฎใ†ใกใซใ€ๅƒ•ใŸใกใฎ่บซไฝ“ใฏไปปๅ‹™ใซใตใ•ใ‚ใ—ใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใซๆ”น้€ ใ•ใ‚Œใ€ใƒใƒƒใƒ‰ใฎๅฎ‡ๅฎ™็šฎใ‹ใ‚‰ๅงฟใ‚’็พใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฎไฝ“ใฏใ•ใ‚‰ใซๅคงใใใ€ใ•ใ‚‰ใซ็ญ‹่‚‰่ณชใซใชใ‚Šใ€็›ฎใฏใ‚ˆใ‚Š้‹ญใใ€้ ญใฏ็”Ÿ็‰ฉๅœใฎ็Ÿฅ่ญ˜ใงๆบขใ‚Œใใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚

ๅƒ•ใฏไธ–็•Œใฎๅบ•ใซไฝ•ๅใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒˆใ‚‚่ฝใกใ€ๆŽดใ‚“ใ ่ถณใ‹ใ‚‰่”“ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆค็‰ฉใŒๅ›ใใ‚ˆใ†ใซ้›ขใ‚Œใฆใ„ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏๅ’†ๅ“ฎใ—ใ€็ฉบใซๅ‘ใ‹ใฃใฆๆ‹ณใ‚’ๆŒฏใ‚Šไธ‹ใ‚ใ—ใŸใ€‚

ใ€Œ็งใŸใกใฏใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใฎๆ”ฏ้…่€…ใ‚ˆใ€ใ‚คใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใฎใใฐใซๆญฉใฟๅฏ„ใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ใ€Œๅฟ…่ฆใชใ‚‚ใฎใฏใ™ในใฆๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใฆใฟใ›ใ‚‹ใ€


ใ€Œใใ†ใ ใญใ€ใงใ‚‚ๆฐ—ใ‚’ใคใ‘ใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€ๅƒ•ใฏใใ†่จ€ใฃใฆใ€ๆœจใ‹ใ‚‰้ป’ใ„ๆจน็šฎใ‚’ๅ‰ฅใŒใใ†ใจๆ‰‹ใ‚’ไผธใฐใ—ใŸใ€‚ใ€Œๆ–ฐใ—ใ„็šฎ่†šใ‚’ไฟ่ญทใ—ใชใใฆใฏใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ€

ๅˆ†ๅญใ‚’ๅค‰ๅŒ–ใ•ใ›ใ‚‹ๅŒ–ๅญฆ็‰ฉ่ณชใ‚’ๅก—ใ‚Šใ€่บซใ‚’ๅŒ…ใ‚€ๅธƒใ‚’ไฝœใ‚‹ใจใ€้ป’ใ„ๆจน็šฎใŒๅƒ•ใŸใกใฎไฝ“ใซๆปฒใฟๅ‡บใฆใใŸใ€‚ใ‚„ใŒใฆๅƒ•ใŸใกใฏใ€่ตฐใ‚Šใ€็ฌ‘ใ„ใ€ๆ–ฐใ—ใ„ไธ–็•Œใ‹ใ‚‰ๆฌฒใ—ใ„ใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’ไฝ•ใงใ‚‚ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚‹ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚

ใ‚‚ใ†ไฝ•ใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใŸใกใซ้€†ใ‚‰ใ†ใ“ใจใฏใงใใชใ„ใ€‚ๆ–ฐใ—ใ„ๆ•…้ƒทใฎ็”Ÿ็‰ฉใŸใกใฏใ€ใใฎๅคšๆง˜ๆ€งใจ็พŽใ—ใ•ใ‚’ใ‚‚ใฃใฆใ—ใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใŸใกใฎๅ…ˆ้€ฒ็š„ใชๆญฆๅ™จใจๅผทๅŠ›ใชๆ–ฐใ—ใ„่‚‰ไฝ“ใ‚’ๆ‰“้–‹ใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใงใใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸใ‚‚ใฎใ€ๆฌฒใ—ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚‚ใฎใ€ใ™ในใฆใ‚’ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ๅฎ็‰ฉใ€ๆžœ็‰ฉใ€ไพกๅ€คใฎใ‚ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใฏใ™ในใฆๅƒ•ใŸใกใฎๅ‰ใซใฒใ‚Œไผใ—ใ€ใ‚ญใƒฃใƒชใƒณใ‚ฐใ‚ฑใƒผใ‚นใฎไธญใฎๆบๅธฏ็”จใƒ–ใƒฉใƒƒใ‚ฏใƒ›ใƒผใƒซใงใƒŸใ‚ฏใƒญใฎใ‚ตใ‚คใ‚บใซ็ธฎๅฐใ•ใ‚Œใฆใ€ๅŽ้›†ใƒขใ‚ธใƒฅใƒผใƒซใซๅ…ฅใฃใŸใ€‚

ใ€Œใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใฏใ€ไบบ้กžใฎๆญดๅฒใฎไธญใงไฝ•ใ‚‚ใ‹ใ‚‚ๆƒใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹ๆœ€้ซ˜ใฎๅ ดๆ‰€ใ ใ‚๏ผใ€ใจใ‚คใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใฏๅซใ‚“ใ ใ€‚ใ€Œ่ฆ‹ใฆใ‚ˆใ€ใ“ใฎ้‰ฑ็‰ฉใ€่ฑŠใ‹ใช็”Ÿ็‰ฉใŸใกใ€ไธ˜ใฎไธŠใซใ‚ใ‚‹้‡‘ๅฑžใ€ๆตทใฎ่ณชใ€ใใ—ใฆใพใ ใพใ ใ‚ใ‚‹ใฏใšใ‚ˆ๏ผใ€

ๅƒ•ใฏ็ฌ‘ใฃใฆใ€็ฉบไธญใซไฝ•ๅใƒ•ใ‚ฃใƒผใƒˆใ‚‚่ทณใณใ€ไฝŽๆœจใฎไธŠใ‚’้ฃ›ใณ่ทณใญใ€่ถณๅ…ƒใฎใ‚‚ใฎใ‚’ใ™ในใฆๆŠผใ—ใคใถใ—ใŸใ€‚


ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ€ๆ—ฅใŒ็ตŒใคใซใคใ‚Œใฆไฝ•ใ‹ใŒใŠใ‹ใ—ใ„ใจๆ€ใ†ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใชใฃใฆใใŸใ€‚ใ‚ใ‚‹ๆœใ€็›ฎใŒ่ฆšใ‚ใ‚‹ใจ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎไธญใงไฝ•ใ‹ใŒๅฃŠใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใซๆฐ—ใฅใ„ใฆใ€ไธ€็ญ‹ใฎๆๆ€–ใŒๅฟƒใ‚’็ชใๅˆบใ™ใฎใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใ€‚ไธ‹ใ‚’่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ใจใ€็šฎ่†šใŒใฒใณๅ‰ฒใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅฟ…ๆญปใง่ตฐใ‚ใ†ใจใ™ใ‚‹ใจใ€่ถณใŒใ™ใใ‚€ใ€‚


ใ€Œใ‚คใƒ–ใƒชใƒณ๏ผใ€ ๅƒ•ใฏๅซใ‚“ใ  ใ€Œใฉใ†ใชใฃใฆใ‚‹ใ‚“ใ ๏ผŸใ€

ๅฝผๅฅณใฏ็ท‘ใฎไธญใ‹ใ‚‰็พใ‚ŒใŸใŒใ€ไธ€็›ฎ่ฆ‹ใŸใ ใ‘ใงๅฝผๅฅณใซใ‚‚ๆฌ ้™ฅใŒใ‚ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ‚ใฎๆ—ฅใ€ๅƒ•ใŒ่ฆ‹ใŸๅฝผๅฅณใฎๆ–ฐใ—ใ„ไฝ“ใฎๅŠ›ใฏใ€ๅŠๆธ›ใ—ๅฃŠใ‚Œใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅฝผๅฅณใŒใ“ใกใ‚‰ใ‚’ๅ‘ใ„ใŸใจใใ€้ชจใซไฝ•ใ‹ใŒ่ป‹ใ‚“ใ ใ€‚

ใ€Œๆญปใฏใ€็งใŸใกใŒๅ–ใ‚Š่พผใ‚“ใ ใ“ใฎๆœ‰ๆฉŸ็‰ฉใฎไธญใซใ‚ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚ˆใ€‚ๅฎŒๅ…จใซใฏ้ฉๅฟœใ—ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใ‹ใ—ใ‚‰๏ผŸๆŠ€่ก“ใซๅ•้กŒใŒ๏ผŸใ€ใ‚คใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใฏ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚

ๅƒ•ใฏๅฝผๅฅณใฎ่…•ใ‚’ๆŽดใฟใ€ๆŒ‡ใฎ้–“ใ‹ใ‚‰ใ‚ธใƒชใ‚ธใƒชใจใ—ใŸ็—›ใฟใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅฝผๅฅณใ‚’ๆŠฑใใ—ใ‚ใŸใ€‚


ใ€Œๅ›ใฎใ›ใ„ใ ๏ผใ€ใจๅƒ•ใฏ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Œใ‚ฌใ‚คใƒ‰ใƒฉใ‚คใƒณใงใฏใ€้ฉๅฟœใ™ใ‚‹้š›ใซๆœจใ‚’ไฝฟใ‚ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซใจ่ญฆๅ‘Šใ—ใŸใฎใซ๏ผใชใœใ€ๅƒ•ใฎ่จ€ใ†ใ“ใจใ‚’่žใ‹ใชใ‹ใฃใŸใ‚“ใ ๏ผŸใ€

ใ€Œใ‚ใชใŸใŒ่ณขใ„ใฎใชใ‚‰ใ€ใชใœใใฎๆžœ็‰ฉใ‚’่ฟฝใฃใฆ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎ้ƒฝๅˆใฎใ„ใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซไฝฟใฃใŸใฎ๏ผŸใ€ใจใ‚คใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใฏ่จ€ใ„่ฟ”ใ—ใŸใ€Œใˆใ‚‰ใใ†ใชๅฃใใ‹ใชใ„ใงใ‚ˆ๏ผใ€

ใ€ŒไบŒไบบใจใ‚‚่จ€ใ„่จณใฐใ‹ใ‚Šใ—ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎๆฐ—ใฅใ‹ใชใ„ใฎใ‹๏ผŸใ€ใจ็ช็„ถๅฃฐใŒใ—ใŸใ€‚ ใ€ŒๆŒฏใ‚Š่ฟ”ใฃใฆใฟใชใ•ใ„ใ€‚ใฉใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซใ—ใฆ่‡ชๅˆ†ใ‚’็ ดๆป…ใซๅฐŽใ„ใฆใใŸใ‹ใ€


่ชฐใ‹ใŒ่ฟ‘ใใฎๆค็‰ฉใ‚’่ธใฟใ—ใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ใใฎ่ถณ้Ÿณใฏใ€ใพใ‚‹ใง้›ทใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ใใฎๅฃฐใซใฏๅ„ชใ—ใ•ใŒใ‚ใ‚Šใ€ๅƒ•ใŸใกใฎๅฟƒใซ้Ÿฟใ„ใฆใใ‚‹ใ€‚

ใใ‚Œใฏใ€ใ“ใฎไธ–็•Œใฎๆ”ฏ้…่€…ใงใ‚ใ‚‹ใ€Œใ‚ใฎๆ–นใ€ใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใŸใกใฎ่ชฐใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅคงใใ ๅฎŒ็’งใชๅฝขใ‚’ใ—ใ€็„กๆ•ตใ ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใŸใกใฏใ“ใฎๆœ‰ๆฉŸไฝ“ใ‚’้€šใ—ใฆ้ฉๅฟœใ™ใ‚‹ใฏใšใงใ€ใฉใ‚“ใชๆœจใงใ‚‚ใ€ใฉใ‚“ใชๅ“€ใ‚Œใช็”Ÿใ็‰ฉใงใ‚‚ใ€ใ™ในใฆใ‚’ๅฅชใฃใฆ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎใ‚‚ใฎใซใ—ใ‚ˆใ†ใจ่บ่ตทใซใชใ‚‹ๅฟ…่ฆใฏใชใ„ใฎใ ใจใ€ใชใœใ‹ใ™ใใซใ‚ใ‹ใฃใŸใ€‚


ใ‚ใฎๆ–นใฏ่ฟ‘ใฅใ„ใฆใใฆใ€ๅƒ•ใŸใกใฎๆ‰‹ใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Šใ€ไธ‹่‰ใฎไธญใ‚’ๆกˆๅ†…ใ—ใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใŸใกใฏใ€็›ฎใซๆถ™ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใชใŒใ‚‰ใ€ๅฝผใจไธ€็ท’ใซๆญฉใ“ใ†ใจใ—ใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใŸใกใฎไฝ“ใฏๅฃŠใ‚Œใ€ใฒใณๅ‰ฒใ‚Œใ€ใฐใ‚‰ใฐใ‚‰ใซใชใฃใŸใ€‚


ใ€Œ็งใŒๅ›ใ‚’้‹ใถใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅ›ใฎๅฎ็‰ฉใฏ็ฝฎใ„ใฆใ„ใใ‚“ใ ใ€ใจใ‚ใฎๆ–นใฏ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Œ็›—ใ‚“ใ ใ‚‚ใฎๅ…จใฆใ‚’้‹ใถๆ™‚้–“ใ‚‚ๅ ดๆ‰€ใ‚‚ใชใ„ใ€ใจใ€‚

ใฉใ†ใ—ใŸใ‚‰ใ„ใ„ใฎใ ใ‚ใ†ใ€‚ใ—ใ‹ใ—ใ€ไฝ“ใŒ้œ‡ใˆใ€ใฒใณๅ‰ฒใ‚Œใ€ๆŒ‡ใฎ้–ข็ฏ€ใŒ็—›ใ‚€ใ€‚ใƒ–ใƒฉใƒƒใ‚ฏใƒ›ใƒผใƒซใƒปใƒขใ‚ธใƒฅใƒผใƒซใฏ็งใฎๆ‰‹ใ‹ใ‚‰่ฝใกใ€ๆธฆๅทปใไธ‹่‰ใฎไธญใซๅ…ฅใฃใฆใ„ใฃใŸใ€‚

ใ€Œใ‚‚ใฃใจๆ—ฉใใ€ๆ€ฅใใ‚“ใ ใ€ใจใ‚ใฎๆ–นใฏ่จ€ใ„ใ€ๅฝผใฎ็ซ‹ๆดพใช็ญ‹่‚‰ใŒๅƒ•ใŸใกใ‚’ๅผ•ใฃๅผตใ‚Šใ€็งใŸใกใŒๆœ€ๅˆใซ่ฆ‹ใคใ‘ใŸๆœจใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ใ‚ใฎๆ–นใฏๅƒ•ใŸใกใ‚’ใใ“ใซ้€ฃใ‚Œใฆใใฆใใ‚ŒใŸใฎใ ใ€‚ใ‚ใฎๆ–นใฏๆณฃใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใซๆฐ—ใฅใใ€ๅฝผใฎๅฃใฏๆ‚ฒใ—ใฟใฎ่‹ฆ็ฌ‘ใ„ใ‚’ๆตฎใ‹ในใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚

ใ€Œๅ›ใŸใกใฏใƒใƒƒใƒ‰ใซๆˆปใ‚‹ในใใ  ใ€ใจใ‚ใฎๆ–นใฏ่จ€ใฃใŸใ€‚ใ€Œใ‚‚ใ—ใคใ„ใฆใใฆใใ‚Œใ‚‹ใชใ‚‰ใ€ๅ›ใŸใกใ‚’ๆ•‘ใˆใ‚‹ใ€‚ใงใ‚‚ใ€ๅ›ใซๅผทๅˆถใ™ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใฏใงใใชใ„ใ€‚็งใฏ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎใ‚’ใฟใคใ‘ใชใ‘ใ‚Œใฐใ„ใ‘ใชใ„ใ€


ใ‚ใฎๆ–นใฏๅƒ•ใŸใกใŒๅˆฐ็€ใ—ใŸ ATOM ใƒใƒƒใƒ‰ใฎๆจชใซๅƒ•ใŸใกใ‚’็ฝฎใใ€ๆœจใซ็™ปใ‚Šๅง‹ใ‚ใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฏใ‚คใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚’่ฆ—ใ่พผใฟใ€ใ‚คใƒ–ใƒชใƒณใ‚‚ๅƒ•ใฎๆ–นใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€่‹ฆใ—ใฟใงใ†ใšใใพใฃใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใŸใกใฏใ€ใ‚‚ใ—ใƒใƒƒใƒ‰ใซๅ…ฅใฃใŸๆ™‚็‚นใงไปŠใพใงใฎใ™ในใฆใ‚’ๅคฑใ„ใ€ๆ‰‹ใซๅ…ฅใ‚Œใ‚ˆใ†ใจใ—ใŸๅฎ็‰ฉใ‚‚ๆฐธ้ ใซๅคฑใ‚ใ‚Œใฆใ—ใพใ†ใ“ใจใ‚’็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚


ใงใ‚‚ใใ†ใ™ใ‚Œใฐ็”Ÿใๆฎ‹ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒใงใใ‚‹ใ€‚

ๅƒ•ใฏใƒใƒƒใƒ‰ใฎไธญใง้œ‡ใˆใŸใ€‚ใพใ‚‹ใง่ตคใ‚“ๅŠใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใงใ€ใปใจใ‚“ใฉๅ‹•ใใ“ใจใŒใงใใšใ€ใŸใ ๆถ™ใ‚’ๆตใ—ใ€่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎใ‚ใพใ‚Šใฎ่บซๅ‹ๆ‰‹ใ•ใ‚’ๆ€ใ„็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใ•ใ‚ŒใŸใ€‚่ฆ–็•Œใฎๅค–ใซใฏใ€ใ‚ใฎๆ–นใŒ่‡ชๅˆ†ใฎไฝ็ฝฎใซใคใ„ใŸใฎใŒ่ฆ‹ใˆใŸใ€‚ๅฝผใฏไปŠใ€ๆœจใฎไธŠใซใ„ใฆใ€ๆœจใจไธ€ไฝ“ๅŒ–ใ—ใฆใ„ใŸใ€‚ๅฝผใฎ่…•ใฏๆœจใฎๆžใซๅบƒใŒใ‚Šใ€่ฆ‹ใŸใ“ใจใฎใชใ„ๆฃ˜ใŒๅฝผใฎ่…•ใ‚’ๅˆบใ—ใ€่ก€ใŒๆœจใซๆตใ‚Œ่พผใ‚“ใงใ„ใŸใ€‚ใ•ใ‚„ใŒๅฝผใฎๆœ‰ๆฉŸ็‰ฉใ‚’ๅ–ใ‚Š่พผใฟๅง‹ใ‚ใ‚‹ใจใ€ๅฝผใฎๅค‰ๅฎนใŒๅง‹ใพใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜ใŸใ€‚

ใ‚ใฎๆ–นใฏใ€ๅƒ•ใซใฏ็†่งฃใงใใชใ„ใŒใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๅฟƒใŒใฉใ†ใ„ใ†ใ‚ใ‘ใ‹็Ÿฅใฃใฆใ„ใ‚‹่จ€่ชžใงใ€ไธ€ๅบฆๅซใณใชใŒใ‚‰ๆญปใ‚“ใงใ„ใฃใŸใ€‚ๅƒ•ใฎๅฃŠใ‚ŒใŸไฝ“ใฏ้ž˜ใฎไธญใง็…ฎใˆใใ‚Š่ฟ”ใ‚Šใ€ใ™ในใฆใŒๆต„ๅŒ–ใ•ใ‚Œใ€ๅˆบใ™ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ่ผใๆ–ฐใ—ใ„ๆณขใจใชใฃใŸใ€‚

ๅƒ•ใŒๅบงใฃใฆใ„ใŸใƒใƒƒใƒ‰ใŒๆœจใ‹ใ‚‰้ฃ›ใณๅ‡บใ—ใ€ใใฎไธ–็•Œใ‹ใ‚‰้›ข้™ธใ—ใŸใจใใ€ๅƒ•ใฏๆœจใซ็™ปใฃใฆใ„ใŸใ‚ใฎๆ–นใ‚‚ใ„ใชใใชใฃใŸใฎใ‚’่ฆ‹ใฆใ€ใชใœใ‹ๅฝผใŒๆญปใ‚“ใ ๅพŒๅ†ใณๆญฉใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใ‚’่ฆ‹ใŸใ€‚ใชใœใชใ‚‰ๅƒ•ใŒ็›—ใ‚‚ใ†ใจใ—ใฆใ„ใŸ้ฉšใในใไธ–็•Œใงใ‚ใ‚‹ไธๆ€่ญฐใชๅบญใ‚’้›ขใ‚Œใฆใ‚‚ใ€ๅƒ•ใฎๅฟƒใง็‡ƒใˆใŸ่ก€ใฏๅƒ•ใฎใ‚‚ใฎใงใฏใชใ‹ใฃใŸใฎใงใ€ๅฝผใŒ็”Ÿใใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใŒๅˆ†ใ‹ใฃใŸใ‹ใ‚‰ใ ใ€‚


ๅƒ•ใฏ็”Ÿใพใ‚Œๅค‰ใ‚ใฃใŸใ€‚ใใ—ใฆใใฎๆ—ฅใ€ๅƒ•ใŒๆ‰‹ใซใ—ใŸๅฎ็‰ฉใฏใ€ๅƒ•ใŒใ“ใ‚ŒใพใงๆŽขใ—ๆฑ‚ใ‚ใฆใ„ใŸใฉใ‚“ใชใ‚‚ใฎใ‚ˆใ‚Šใ‚‚ๅ‰ๅคงใชใ‚‚ใฎใ ใฃใŸใ€‚