Death comes without a goal.
People die over time, even if they don't try to kill them.
Death and murder are different ways of treating me, but the point of view that life is death is interesting.
if life begins and death ends
The beginning and end are not necessarily the same.
For example, take a train from Osaka to Tokyo.
Sometimes it's not always “I'm going to Tokyo anyway, so Osaka and Tokyo are the same.”
Just as there are people on the way from Osaka to Tokyo who feel the taste of traveling, there are also people who feel the human way of life from birth to death.
On a different note, science classes say that 80% of the human body is made of water.
When people die and are cremated, bones remain, but I don't know if water can also be said to have been killed.
After death, it becomes water vapor, rises to the sky, and one day it becomes rain and falls to the earth.
If you think so, the water in your body may change its shape and continue to travel around the world without being killed.
My mentor didn't say death; he called death.
Passed away due to “going away” and “living.”
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The idea above is limited to people who kill when they die.
I've also been involved in child welfare for about 10 years, so I hear opinions that if you support or deal with abuse after unwanted pregnancy/delivery, it would be better not to give birth than kill them.
There is also a part where I can't deny that feeling.
However, there is no change in the position of hoping that attachment will be maintained.
That said...
For example, if you expand your perspective on the lifestyle people eat, branded meats, crops, ingredients linked to events, etc. are at a very close distance when they live and kill.
Food is produced to eventually enter people's mouths.
I have no choice but to live because I'm an ordinary person. I also have parts that can't be easily broken down, so I wrote earlier that it doesn't work like a kanji test.
Since the positional relationship between ignorance and life and death alone cannot be cleared up, how do you illuminate the Buddha's wisdom and turn it into compassion in response to the sorrow of Shaba?
There were times when I thought kids weren't cute, but that was a fleeting feeling.
Overcoming it, the tears shed at a milestone of growth are warm.
I hope for such parent-child relationships.