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はてなキーワード: Deathとは
なぜか？
結局、青葉という存在を生み出した経緯も、青葉自身がやったことも同じで、単なる「弱い者イジメ」でしかなかったからだ。
青葉は京アニに突撃するのではなく、プーチンと対決すべきだった。それなら少なくとも「弱い者イジメ」とは言わないだろう。
それができないのは、基本的に人間は、というよりも生物は「弱い者イジメ」しかできない構造（弱肉強食）になっているからだ。
青葉に人間としての知性が、矜持が残っていたならば、言論によって京アニへ抗議すべきだった。
私にはいかなる点においても、青葉の言動を肯定し、青葉を賞賛することができない。
青葉の言動を否定できない人は、弱い者イジメを肯定していると言わざるを得ない。
弱肉強食の動物の真似をして、暴力を行使して弱い者イジメを行っても、人類の課題は解決できない。
https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20230928010329
京アニ放火事件の青葉被告の、裁判での言動が日々メディアを騒がせている。
ヤフコメやXで見られる反応では青葉被告を徹底的に断罪したいようだが、私は公の法廷に現れた存在としての青葉被告を応援しているし、彼が無罪になればいいとも思っている。
少なくとも、青葉被告が、予定調和的に死刑になることは絶対に望んでいない。
被害者（＝京アニ）についてはよく知らないし、遺族ほかを非難するつもりもない。これはただ私の思い入れこみによる勝手な文だ。
「もしお前やお前の家族が殺されたらどう思う」みたいな質問はここでは意味をなさない。そんな質問しかできない時点で、大きな断絶があるのだ。
青葉被告の死刑を容認する人々でさえも一部が指摘しているように、世間には「青葉」的な者がいる。そしてそれは、どんどん増えている。
魔の82年生まれとか発達障害の増加とかそういうお茶の濁し方ではなく、明確に、「青葉」被告的な苦痛に満ちた者が増えているのだ。
世間は少なくともそれをずっと認知して来た。それも、机上のグラフの上の数値ではない。
クラスに一人はいる彼。職場に一人紛れ込む彼女。近所や親戚に一人いるあいつ。
青葉の体験を一般化することはできないだろうが、あえて広く「彼等」の問題として考えたい。
彼等がコミュニケーションに行き詰った時、あなたはどう振舞っていたのか。
彼等がコンビニの列の最前列で何かにつっかえた時、あなたは舌打ちしなかったか。
彼等が同じ教室・職場で、教師・上司に何度も叱責される中で、ただ「そう」であることで評価を下げていなかったか。
私は、平均とか標準という考え方で言えば、「青葉」側の人間である。
ただ、例えば、世間の人々が得られる「幸せ」をあきらめることには納得はいく。
しかし、世間の人々に与えられる「逃げ道」をなぜか私が使えないとなったとき、その惨めさは何百倍にも何千倍にもなる。
私は青葉被告のどうにもならない体験を見て、そんな説明をひねり出すことができた。だが過去のいろいろな事件の時点でひねり出すべきだった。
小学校・中学校を通して、本人でもうまく説明が出来ない様な過ちをして、しょっちゅう教師にクラスメイトの面前で厳しく叱責されている、今でいえば学習障害とか自閉症なのだろうか、そんな同級生がいた。
この男子同級生はとても「愚か」「間抜け」ということになっていて、実際何を考えているのか、私達にもわからなかった。いや、わからないようになっていった。教師の度重なる叱責や軽視によって。彼が精いっぱい受け答えを捻りだすたびに、教師はその言動を叩き潰した。
今考えれば、教師は彼を叱責すべきではなく、話をゆっくりと聞くべきだった。もっと言ってしまえば、もはや「赦す」べきだった。教師こそがこの同級生の代弁を私達にすべきだった。
大げさに言えば、人に生きる意味を考えさせ、死の世界から遠ざける、ということをこの教師や社会はしていなかった。健全な市民を育むとかそんなのはどうしようもない建前だ。
そしてそれが為されないとき、この同級生が、教師を刺し殺したり私たちごと教室に「理不尽に」「逆恨みで」放火したとしても、私はもはや文句は言えない。これは一言で言えば「窮鼠猫を嚙む」という格言であり、逃げ場の許されない中で当然生じうる人間のむしろ正常な反応だとおもう。
そうできないならば、世間が彼を徹底的にバカにした通りに、彼はナイフやマッチの使い方もわからないまま見当違いの人を刺して燃やす。それは自然なことでしかない。世間が彼をそうさせた。
人を大切にしない社会は、そのどこをやりかえされてもしょうがないとおもう。
私は、あの同級生やそれと同じ人々が何千人と重なって一人となり、被告となって証言台に立っているのだとすら思う。
監禁された人間が「ストックホルム症候群」を起すことには同情されるのに、なぜ狭い世界で逃げ場を失った人間の行動には同情がされないのか。
そこで世間の人々は目を逸らし、「仕方ない、悲惨だけど、死刑」などという。
私は堂々と「青葉は無罪だ。無罪にすべきだ」という。それだけの問題提起をすべき理由がある。青葉を診療し死の淵から回復させた医者は「生きて裁かせる」という信念があったそうだが、直接関係ない私は「生きて無罪になれ」といいたい。
そして99％くらいの確率で青葉が死刑になったとしても、私はいい続ける。似た様な事件がまた起きればその被告を擁護する。
世間は、事件を繰り返させる前に、「青葉」的なものを真摯に今度こそ見つめ、「赦し」、我々の社会の要素として自然に見なすべきだ。それが達成されるまで、世間が目を背けた回数の分だけ事件が起きても、無罪にすべきだ。
十九世紀末のヨーロッパでも、社会の矛盾に対し、富裕層の集まる場所や公務員への爆弾攻撃で答えたアナーキストたちがいた。彼らは少なくとも自分の言葉と道具があった。
今は自分の言葉も道具すらも持てない時代が来ている。少しでもそんな時代から遠ざかるために。
私の匿名の日記は世間には何の影響も与えないだろうが、たくさんある非難に対して一つでもこういう意見があったと、どこかで思い出してもらえればいいなとおもっています。
https://gigazine.net/news/20230304-voltaire-quotation-investigation/
I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.
共通認識?「(みんなが)エヴァと訊かれて思い出すことと言えば」みたいな感じですか?
DEATH and Rebirthまでしか見ていない者からすると
たぶん「TV版でシンちゃんが『逃げちゃ駄目だ逃げちゃ駄目だ』とか『使徒を喰ってる』とか言ってるとこ。とか『ざーんこーくなてんしのように』っていう歌」が
エヴァの共通認識なんじゃないですかね。だからTV版ってことですね
老人でもあそこまでは見てるとか、見てもいないし殆ど知らない人でもソレは知ってるとかあるでしょう
自分も漫画全巻買ったんですけど途中で飽きて読んでないので、増田がそこまで感動したなら読んでみたいと思います
作者が亡くなって完結に漕ぎ着けない作品じゃあないんだから、見始めたものはちゃんと見ないと駄目ですね
In a discussion about the case, someone raised an objection to "someone who was not a party to the incident, who was not from Nagasaki, and who was not from Hiroshima, complaining about it. Seeing that opinion made me aware of my position, so I will say what I must say.
I was born in Nagasaki and am a third-generation A-bomb survivor.
I say this because I grew up hearing the stories of the A-bomb damage directly from those who suffered from the atomic bombings.
I feel that it is unacceptable for someone like me to speak about the A-bomb damage.
However, there are few A-bomb survivors left, so I will speak up.
In Nagasaki, children grow up hearing stories about the atomic bombing. We were made to sit in the gymnasium of an elementary school in the middle of summer, where there was not even an air conditioner or a fan, and for nearly an hour we were made to listen to stories about the atomic bombing. It was hard for me anyway.
I think it was even more painful for the elderly people who told the stories. But I don't think an elementary school kid could have imagined that. I, too, have forgotten most of the stories I was told. I can only remember one or two at most.
Another thing is that at this time of year, pictures of the victims of the atomic bombing are pasted up in the hallways.
In other parts of the country, these are grotesque images that would cause a fuss from the parents who are always nagging about them.
Recently, even the A-bomb museum has become more gentle in its exhibits, and most of the radical and horrifying exhibits that would have traumatized visitors have been removed.
I don't know how elementary schools now teach about the A-bomb damage. But when I was in elementary school, there were photos on display.
There was one photo that I just couldn't face as an elementary school student. It was a picture of Taniguchi Sumiteru(谷口稜曄). If you search for it, you can find it. It is a shocking picture, but I would still like you to see it.
I couldn't pass through the hallway where the photo was displayed, so I always took the long way around to another floor to avoid seeing the photo.
My grandfather was under the bomb and went to the burnt ruins of the bomb to look for his sister. I can understand now that he couldn't turn away or go another way.
There would have been a mountain of people still alive and moaning in the ruins of the burnt ruins. There would have been many more who would have died out in agony.
My grandfather walked for miles and miles, towing a rear wheelchair, through the narrow streets of rubble-strewn Nagasaki in search of his sister.
My grandfather was not a child then. But of course there were elementary school children who did the same thing he did. I am not speculating that there were. There were. I heard the story from him, and I still remember it.
A young brother and sister found their father's corpse in the ruins of the fire and burned it themselves. They didn't have enough wood to burn him alive, and when they saw his brain spilling out, they ran away, and that was the last time they ever saw him again.
I can never forget that story I heard when I was a kid, and even now it's painful and painful, my hands are shaking and I'm crying.
I keep wondering how that old man who ran away from his father's brain was able to expose to the public the unimaginably horrible trauma, the scar that will never heal, even after all these years.
Now I think I understand a little.
Why I can't help but talk about my grandfather and the old man now, even as I remember my own trauma.
Because this level of suffering is nothing compared to their words being forgotten.
It's nothing compared to the tremendous suffering that once existed that will be forgotten, like my hands shaking, my heart palpitating, my nose running with vertigo, and so on.
My grandfather, who went through an unimaginable hell, lived to see his grandchildren born, and met his sister's death in the ruins of the fire.
In other words, my grandfather was one of the happiest people in the ruins of the fire.
My grandfather and that old man were, after all, just people wading in the depths of hell.
I think that the suffering that even people who had experienced unimaginable pain could not imagine was lying like pebbles on the ground in Nagasaki 78 years ago, and no one paid any attention to it.
Their suffering, which I can't even imagine, is nothing compared to the countless, unimaginable suffering they witnessed, which they pretend never happened.
Memories fade inexorably with each passing human mouth. The memories that those people could never allow to be forgotten are almost forgotten.
The tremendous suffering of 78 years ago is mostly gone, never to be recounted.
Those who suffered the most from the atomic bombing died rotting in the ruins of the fire without being able to tell anyone about it.
Many of those who saw it with their own eyes kept their mouths shut and took it with them to their graves. Most of those who spoke a few words are still in their graves.
Compared to the words of the old men, my own words are so light. I would rather keep my mouth shut than speak in such light words.
But still, someone has to take over. I realize that even my words, which are so light, are only the top of the voices that are left in this world to carry on the story of the atomic bombing.
I know how it feels to think that I am the only one. Still, I hope that you will not shut your mouth. I know that I have closed my mouth because I thought I shouldn't talk about it, and that is the result.
Sometimes I almost choose to stop imagining the unimaginable suffering and live my life consuming other people's suffering for fun.
I am writing this while I still have some imagination of the suffering of the old people whose voices, faces, and even words I can no longer recall.
すまん。勝手に翻訳した。拡散はどうするかな。redditとかに投稿するのがいいのか?
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I have seen some posts asking if they should talk about "the case" even though they were not involved in it and were not born in Nagasaki or Hiroshima, and I am a bit aware of it, so I have to say what I have to say. I say this because I was born in Nagasaki, am a third generation atomic bomb survivor, and grew up hearing the stories of those who experienced the atomic bombing firsthand. I know it's a little bit too much for me, but I'm going to say this because there are very few survivors left.
In Nagasaki, children grow up hearing stories about the atomic bombing. They were stuffed into sushi for nearly an hour in the gymnasium of an elementary school in the middle of summer, with no air conditioner or fan, and told stories about the atomic bombing. That was a hard time for me. I think it must have been even harder for the old people who told the stories, but there was no way an elementary school kid could imagine such a thing, and I had forgotten most of the stories I had been told for a long time. I have forgotten most of the stories I was told. I can only remember one or two at most. There is one more hard thing. Every year around this time, a row of grotesque images that would drive the PTA crazy in other areas are prominently displayed in the hallways. These days, I hear that the atomic bomb museum has been bleached out and many of the radical and horrifying exhibits that traumatized visitors have been taken down. I don't know if they are still there, but they were there when I was in elementary school.
There was one photo that I just couldn't face when I was in elementary school. It is a picture of Sumiteru Taniguchi. If you search for it, you can find it. It is a shocking picture, but I would like you to take a look at it. I couldn't pass through the hallway where the photo was posted, so I always took the long way around to another floor of the school building to avoid seeing the photo.
Now I'm thinking that my grandfather, who headed into the burnt ruins to look for his sister, couldn't have turned away or taken a different path. There would have been a mountain of people still alive and moaning, not just pictures, and a mountain more who would have given up at the end of their suffering. He walked for miles and miles, towing his handcart through the narrow streets of rubble-strewn Nagasaki in search of his sister. My grandfather was not a child at the time, but of course there were children who did similar things. Not that there wouldn't have been. There were. I heard the story from him, and I still remember it. A young brother and sister found their father's body in the ruins of a fire and they burned it. They didn't have enough wood to burn his body, and when they saw the raw brain that spilled out, they ran away and that was the last time they ever saw him anymore.
I can never forget the story I heard when I was a kid, and even now it is painful and painful, my hands are shaking and I am crying. I keep wondering how the old man who escaped from that father's brain could have been able to unravel the most horrible trauma imaginable and expose it to the public with scars that will never heal.
Now I think I can understand a little.
The reason I can't help but talk about my grandfather and that old man, even if I have to rehash my own trauma, is that this level of suffering is nothing compared to the fact that their words will be forgotten. My hands shaking, my heart palpitating and dizzy, my nose running with tears, it's nothing compared to the tremendous suffering that was once there and will be forgotten.
My grandfather, who went through an unimaginable hell, lived to see his grandchildren born, and met his sister's death in the ruins of the fire. In other words, my grandfather was one of the happiest people in the ruins of the fire. My grandfather and that old man were, after all, just people wading in the depths of hell. I think that the suffering that even people who had experienced unimaginable pain could not imagine was lying like pebbles in Nagasaki 78 years ago, and no one paid any attention to it. Their suffering, which I can't even imagine, is nothing compared to the countless, tremendous suffering they witnessed, which they pretend never happened.
Memories fade inexorably every time people talk about them. The memories that those people could not allow to be forgotten are now largely forgotten; the tremendous suffering of 78 years ago is mostly gone, never to be recounted again. Those who suffered the most from the atomic bombing died rotting in the ruins of the fire, unable to tell anyone about it. Many of those who saw it with their own eyes kept their mouths shut and took it with them to their graves. Most of those who spoke a few words are now under the grave.
Compared to the words of the old men, my own words are so light. I would rather keep my mouth shut than speak in such light words. But still, someone has to take over. I realize that even my words, which are so light, are only the top of the voices that are left in this world to carry on the story of the atomic bombing. I know how it feels to wonder if someone like myself is allowed to speak about this. Still, I hope that you will not shut your mouth. This is the result of our silence.
Sometimes I almost choose to stop imagining the unimaginable suffering and live my life consuming other people's suffering for the fun of it. I am writing this while I still have some imagination of the suffering of the old people whose voices, faces, and even words I can no longer recall.
Translator's note: The original post in Japanese is a response to a post by a Japanese contributor who wondered if he was qualified to speak out on the subject of the A-bomb when he was not from Hiroshima and Nagasaki, but still spoke out about Barbie and the A-bomb. I translated it here because I think it deserves to be read by the world.
俺が苦しいのは俺が人生・社会に向いてないからで、普通だったら人生は楽しいもんなんだ！って思いたいところが編んだけど、実際、周りの人と話したりSNSを見てたりすると、人生ってかなりの割合の人にとって基本的に苦行なんじゃねえかって気がしてくるんだよな
みんなつらいけど頑張ってます！
なんで頑張ってるんですか？死んだらいいのに
まあまあ、そう言わず！
そう言ってもいいんじゃないか？と思うんだよな
死んでいいじゃん
なんで苦しいのに無理して生きてないといけないんですか？
苦しいと思うのはかなり一時的なもので、ちょっと我慢したら楽しくて仕方なくなる、っていうんなら、親切心として死ぬのを止めるっていうのもわかる
しかし、みなさん、ほとんど生まれてから死ぬまで、ずっと苦しんでらっしゃるじゃねえですか
ブッダの時代からいまに至るまで、いろんな偉人が、人生って苦しいっスねえ……って趣旨のことを言っている
やっぱ苦しいんじゃねえか、しかもずっと！
一般的に、本人が嫌がっていることをずっと続けさせるのって、なんかしらのハラスメントですよねえ
毎朝泣きそうになりながら起き上がって出社してさあ、何のために？って言われたら、これはもう、分かりません！って回答しか出てこない
仕事辞めたら辞めたで、将来どうすんの？みたいな話になってきて、知らねえよマジで、なんで俺がそんなこと考えないといけないわけ？
やりたいとも言ってない、マジでひと言も言ってないのに、80年間の人生のマネジメントを勝手にやらされて、やめたいって言っても全然応援してもらえねえのって、社会が未成熟すぎるだろ
100万(200万でもいいぞ！)払ったらイイ感じに気持ちよく安楽死させてくれて、死体もうまく処理してくれる、そういう設備があってもいいんじゃないか
迷惑にならん形で、誰も犯罪者にせず、サラッとやめたいんだよこの苦行を
みんなけっこうそうなんじゃないの？と思うんだよ
安楽死施設の職員としてしばらく働いてさあ、そんで溜まった金でちょっと遊んで、スッと自分も安楽死、かつての同僚に担当してもらってさ、先に行ってるぞ！なんて言ってふざけて笑って、意識がブラックアウトしておしまい、享年アラサー、そういうのでいいんだよ
これからずーっと、40年？50年？毎朝イヤ〜な思いで無理やり起きて、仕事して、し続けて、病気になったり怪我したりして、どんどん体調悪くなって、醜く肥え太ったりして、ようやく定年する頃にはヨボヨボで、ほどなくしてボケて、メチャクチャ迷惑かけながら、自分の死を認識することなく、虫ケラみたいに死んでいくのって、フツーにイヤなんだよな
Death with dignity!
まずライフにディグニティがない以上、デスにくらいはそれを求めたいですよ
なんとかなりませんかねえ！
正義面の発信をすんな。
なぜか？
「私はあなたの意見には反対だ、だがあなたがそれを主張する権利は命をかけて守る」（ヴォルテール）
“I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it” (François-Marie Arouet a.k.a. Voltaire)
俺なら、自分と反対意見でも聞く耳を持つし、相手の口を封じたりはしない。
別にそれは反社の脅し仕草じゃなくて、対話が直接民主主義の基本だからだ。
ソクラテスの魂の産婆術を持ち出すまでもなく、対話こそが齟齬を解消する唯一の手段であることは言うまでもない。
分かったら、話を続けたまえ。
アド街(与野回)見てたら「kiss of death」がかかったので、これ、誰の曲だっけ?と思って検索
Dokkenの曲なんだが、それよりも上位候補として中島美嘉のやつが出てきた。ダリフラの曲
しらねえ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CAi2R9NxMnU&t=2s
このいにしえ感、たまらんわ
80年代なのかな?
ゆっくりだし、うるさすぎないし、メロディアスだし。vo.も「低」より「高」を重視してる
アニメとの親和性も高いと思うので、是非とも80年代90年代HR/HMを主題歌に使って欲しいっすわー
そんで日本だけでそこに回帰していったら良いなと思う。海外で流行るシティーポップみてえに
https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20230506002819
「ネットの中心が「老人たちの噂話」になっていてあーヤダヤダ」とかもそうだが、日本語のネット圏ってなんかパターン化されてるんだよ。それはSEOなどのPV攫う方法論と日本特有の隣組的監視で。
英語ってアメリカとイギリスのコンテンツを見る言語だと思ってない？
そうじゃないんだ。英語を使うのは、インドネシア人、ブラジル人、フランス人、ドイツ人、ケニア人、中国人、台湾人、ロシア人、ベトナム人…要するに世界中の人間だ。例外は日本人くらいだ。
特におススメはYoutubeだ。日本語でようつべ見るとどれも同じノリの動画ばかりが並ぶじゃない？
でも英語でアクセスすると全然違うのだ。しゃべりや行動に合わせて「ポコン」とか「ドドーン」とかのウザイSEが入る事もない。
日本語のYoutubeがダルイ原因の一つに10分引き伸ばしがある。動画の長さが10分超えると広告を入れられる数が増えるので収益アップする。そこで10分までダラダラ引き伸ばす手法が一般的なのだ。
だが海外動画では10分に至らなくてもぱっと切ってしまう動画が多いからダラダラ感が余りない。
もう一つの利点が広告で、日本語Youtubeだと結構程度の低い広告が目立ってオワタ感があるなーとか言われてるが、英語だとそうじゃなくなるのだ。
因みに接続元が日本の場合、英語の広告になるという事は少なくて日本語広告が流れるが、大手企業のものが多い。あとゲームアプリの広告。
英語むずいんじゃ？
そこで字幕ですよ。Yutubeの字幕エンジンは日本語の聞き取りはてんでダメだが、英語ならきっちり文字おこししてくれる。
また、ネイティブ（とくにアメリカ人）の英語は聞き取りが難しいが、他言語圏の非ネイティブ英語はめっちゃ聞き取りがしやすい。リンガ・フランカの特徴だ。
やり方はYoutube右上のアカウントアイコン→言語→英語、とするだけ。ロケーション→USAとやってもいいが大して効果はない。
するとその動画を元にリコメンドが並ぶ→好きなのを再生→リコメンドの繰り返し。既存のチャンネル登録を解除する必要もない。
日本語の動画を見ると日本語動画のリコメンドが増えるので、そしたら英語動画を再生してリセットさせればいい。見ずに裏で流してるだけでもOK。
最後に増田の登録してるチャンネルから幾つか紹介するから参考にして。
・ElectroBOOM https://www.youtube.com/@ElectroBOOM
カナダのイチケン。中東系移民の濃いおっさんが電気の実験しながら技術解説して感電したり感電したり感電したりする。
・Sheet Music Boss https://www.youtube.com/@SheetMusicBoss
ピアノ譜面を作成して演奏しているチャンネル。毎日公開。時々RUSH Eとかの大ブームを引き起こす。
・Adam Savage’s Tested https://www.youtube.com/testedcom
「怪しい伝説」で有名なSFXエンジニア、アダム・サベジのチャンネル。最近ちょっと元気がない。
・ ahmad arif 29 https://www.youtube.com/@ahmadarif29
インドネシアのサトウキビ鉄道のチャンネル。放置されて線路がなくなり、廃線を通り越してただの道路や森になっているところに無理に機関車を走らせて重量と鉄車輪の面圧の暴力で鉄路を復活させる。バキバキとヤシの木やバナナの木をなぎ倒して行くところなどが圧巻。勝手に線路の上にアスファルト舗装されたところも面圧蹂躙で舗装を砕いていく。線路上に貨車があって通れないところは人力で貨車をひっくり返して進む。
・Linguoer?mechanic https://www.youtube.com/@linguoermechanic
女性がガラクタ機械をレストアするチャンネル。ロケーションUSAって書いてあるがどう見ても中国奥地。
・Hydraulic Press Channel ttps://www.youtube.com/@HydraulicPressChannel
有名だが。フィンランド人夫婦が油圧プレスであらゆるものを破壊していく。紙やベアリングを破壊した時の爆発が名物。
・Grand Illusions ttps://www.youtube.com/@grandillusions
英国のおっさんが色んなオモチャの実演をする。物理オモチャなど風変りのものばかりなので興味深い。
・Red Dead Restoration ttps://www.youtube.com/@RedDeadRestoration
・Vinheteiro ttps://www.youtube.com/@Lord_Vinheteiro
決して笑わない音楽の先生。使用楽器は数千万のピアノから数百年前のハープシコードから絶叫アヒルまで。
・Brick Experiment Channel ttps://www.youtube.com/@BrickExperimentChannel
レゴで複雑な機構を作り続ける。ただ作るのではなく、作成→新たな課題→克服→新たな課題、とプロダクトマネージメントの形で見せる。
・The Slow Mo Guys ttps://www.youtube.com/@theslowmoguys
超速度カメラで決定的瞬間を撮影。弾丸が強化ガラスを割ってヒビが進行して爆発に至るまでなどこのチャンネルじゃなきゃ見れない。
・木根 Mugen Woong ttps://www.youtube.com/@mugenwoong
マレーシアの彫刻盆栽師。ジオラマと日本の盆栽を合わせたような緻密な作品を作る過程。
・Primitive Technology ttps://www.youtube.com/@primitivetechnology9550
原始人となって自然にあるものから家や道具、製鉄までを作る工程を見せる。登録1000万人の大人気原始人。なろう系IRL。
・TopSpeedGermany ttps://www.youtube.com/topspeedgermany
様々な車でひたすら最高速チャレンジ＠アウトバーン。停止時に時速250kmで抜かれたフェラーリをテスラモデル3で追いかけ40秒で追いつく動画は驚愕する。
・my mechanics ttps://www.youtube.com/@mymechanics
人気ジャンルの道具レストアチャンネルだが、クオリティが異常に高い。完全な新品に仕上げる。
・Practical Engineering ttps://www.youtube.com/@PracticalEngineeringChannel
主に土木に関して、事故の原因や土木物構造、仕組み。技術を解説するチャンネル。ゆっくり動画なんかよりいいぞ。
・HAHNS ATELIER ttps://www.youtube.com/@HahnsAtelier
韓国の革工房。映像の撮り方がよく、音声もASMRで非常に気持ちのいい動画になっている。パンチで革を叩き切る音が特にいい。
もう一つの利点は、こういう動画群を見ているとネトフリのファン動画も出てくるようになってきて、それで面白い番組が知れるって事もある。
「love robots and death」の「jibaro」なんかはマジですごいのだが、Youtubeでのおすすめで出て来ないと知れなかったような番組だ。
The Sacrament—and the Sacrifice
Of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles
I pray for your faith and prayers that my utterances will be received and understood “by the Spirit of truth” and that my expressions will be given “by the Spirit of truth” so that we might all be “edified and rejoice together.” (See D&C 50:21–22.)
As I stand here today—a well man—words of gratitude and acknowledgment of divine intervention are so very inadequate in expressing the feelings in my soul.
Six months ago at the April general conference, I was excused from speaking as I was convalescing from a serious operation. My life has been spared, and I now have the pleasant opportunity of acknowledging the blessings, comfort, and ready aid of my Brethren in the First Presidency and Quorum of the Twelve, and other wonderful associates and friends to whom I owe so much and who surrounded my dear wife, Ruby, and my family with their time, attention, and prayers. For the inspired doctors and thoughtful nurses I express my deepest gratitude, and for the thoughtful letters and messages of faith and hope received from many places in the world, many expressing, “You have been in our prayers” or “We have been asking our Heavenly Father to spare your life.” Your prayers and mine, thankfully, have been answered.
One unusual card caused me to ponder upon the majesty of it all. It is an original painting by Arta Romney Ballif of the heavens at night with its myriad golden stars. Her caption, taken from Psalms, reads:
“He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.
“He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names.
“… His understanding is infinite.” (Ps. 147:1, 3–5.)
As I lay in the hospital bed, I meditated on all that had happened to me and studied the contemplative painting by President Marion G. Romney’s sister and the lines from Psalms: “He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names.” I was then—and continue to be—awed by the goodness and majesty of the Creator, who knows not only the names of the stars but knows your name and my name—each of us as His sons and daughters.
“When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;
“What is man, that thou art mindful of him? …
“For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour.” (Ps. 8:3–5.)
To be remembered is a wonderful thing.
The evening of my health crisis, I knew something very serious had happened to me. Events happened so swiftly—the pain striking with such intensity, my dear Ruby phoning the doctor and our family, and I on my knees leaning over the bathtub for support and some comfort and hoped relief from the pain. I was pleading to my Heavenly Father to spare my life a while longer to give me a little more time to do His work, if it was His will.
While still praying, I began to lose consciousness. The siren of the paramedic truck was the last that I remembered before unconsciousness overtook me, which would last for the next several days.
The terrible pain and commotion of people ceased. I was now in a calm, peaceful setting; all was serene and quiet. I was conscious of two persons in the distance on a hillside, one standing on a higher level than the other. Detailed features were not discernible. The person on the higher level was pointing to something I could not see.
I heard no voices but was conscious of being in a holy presence and atmosphere. During the hours and days that followed, there was impressed again and again upon my mind the eternal mission and exalted position of the Son of Man. I witness to you that He is Jesus the Christ, the Son of God, Savior to all, Redeemer of all mankind, Bestower of infinite love, mercy, and forgiveness, the Light and Life of the world. I knew this truth before—I had never doubted nor wondered. But now I knew, because of the impressions of the Spirit upon my heart and soul, these divine truths in a most unusual way.
I was shown a panoramic view of His earthly ministry: His baptism, His teaching, His healing the sick and lame, the mock trial, His crucifixion, His resurrection and ascension. There followed scenes of His earthly ministry to my mind in impressive detail, confirming scriptural eyewitness accounts. I was being taught, and the eyes of my understanding were opened by the Holy Spirit of God so as to behold many things.
The first scene was of the Savior and His Apostles in the upper chamber on the eve of His betrayal. Following the Passover supper, He instructed and prepared the sacrament of the Lord’s Supper for His dearest friends as a remembrance of His coming sacrifice. It was so impressively portrayed to me—the overwhelming love of the Savior for each. I witnessed His thoughtful concern for significant details—the washing of the dusty feet of each Apostle, His breaking and blessing of the loaf of dark bread and blessing of the wine, then His dreadful disclosure that one would betray Him.
He explained Judas’s departure and told the others of the events soon to take place.
Then followed the Savior’s solemn discourse when He said to the Eleven: “These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33.)
Our Savior prayed to His Father and acknowledged the Father as the source of His authority and power—even to the extending of eternal life to all who are worthy.
He prayed, “And this is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent.”
Jesus then reverently added:
“I have glorified thee on the earth: I have finished the work which thou gavest me to do.
“And now, O Father, glorify thou me with thine own self with the glory which I had with thee before the world was.” (John 17:3–5.)
He pled not only for the disciples called out from the world who had been true to their testimony of Him, “but for them also which shall believe on me through their word.” (John 17:20.)
When they had sung a hymn, Jesus and the Eleven went out to the Mount of Olives. There, in the garden, in some manner beyond our comprehension, the Savior took upon Himself the burden of the sins of mankind from Adam to the end of the world. His agony in the garden, Luke tells us, was so intense “his sweat was as … great drops of blood falling … to the ground.” (Luke 22:44.) He suffered an agony and a burden the like of which no human person would be able to bear. In that hour of anguish our Savior overcame all the power of Satan.
The glorified Lord revealed to Joseph Smith this admonition to all mankind:
“Therefore I command you to repent …
“For … I, God, … suffered … for all, that they might not suffer if they would repent; …
“Which suffering caused myself, even God, the greatest of all, to tremble because of pain, and to bleed at every pore, …
“Wherefore, I command you again to repent, lest I humble you with my almighty power; and that you confess your sins, lest you suffer these punishments.” (D&C 19:15–16, 18, 20.)
During those days of unconsciousness I was given, by the gift and power of the Holy Ghost, a more perfect knowledge of His mission. I was also given a more complete understanding of what it means to exercise, in His name, the authority to unlock the mysteries of the kingdom of heaven for the salvation of all who are faithful. My soul was taught over and over again the events of the betrayal, the mock trial, the scourging of the flesh of even one of the Godhead. I witnessed His struggling up the hill in His weakened condition carrying the cross and His being stretched upon it as it lay on the ground, that the crude spikes could be driven with a mallet into His hands and wrists and feet to secure His body as it hung on the cross for public display.
Crucifixion—the horrible and painful death which He suffered—was chosen from the beginning. By that excruciating death, He descended below all things, as is recorded, that through His resurrection He would ascend above all things. (See D&C 88:6.)
Jesus Christ died in the literal sense in which we will all die. His body lay in the tomb. The immortal spirit of Jesus, chosen as the Savior of mankind, went to those myriads of spirits who had departed mortal life with varying degrees of righteousness to God’s laws. He taught them the “glorious tidings of redemption from the bondage of death, and of possible salvation, … [which was] part of [our] Savior’s foreappointed and unique service to the human family.” (James E. Talmage, Jesus the Christ, Salt Lake City: Deseret Book Co., 1977, p. 671.)
I cannot begin to convey to you the deep impact that these scenes have confirmed upon my soul. I sense their eternal meaning and realize that “nothing in the entire plan of salvation compares in any way in importance with that most transcendent of all events, the atoning sacrifice of our Lord. It is the most important single thing that has ever occurred in the entire history of created things; it is the rock foundation upon which the gospel and all other things rest,” as has been declared. (Bruce R. McConkie, Mormon Doctrine, Salt Lake City: Bookcraft, 1966, p. 60.)
Father Lehi taught his son Jacob and us today:
“Wherefore, redemption cometh in and through the Holy Messiah; for he is full of grace and truth.
“Behold, he offereth himself a sacrifice for sin, to answer the ends of the law, unto all those who have a broken heart and a contrite spirit; and unto none else can the ends of the law be answered.
“Wherefore, how great the importance to make these things known unto the inhabitants of the earth, that they may know that there is no flesh that can dwell in the presence of God, save it be through the merits, and mercy, and grace of the Holy Messiah, who layeth down his life according to the flesh, and taketh it again by the power of the Spirit, that he may bring to pass the resurrection of the dead, being the first that should rise.
“Wherefore, he is the firstfruits unto God, inasmuch as he shall make intercession for all the children of men; and they that believe in him shall be saved.” (2 Ne. 2:6–9.)
Our most valuable worship experience in the sacrament meeting is the sacred ordinance of the sacrament, for it provides the opportunity to focus our minds and hearts upon the Savior and His sacrifice.
The Apostle Paul warned the early Saints against eating this bread and drinking this cup of the Lord unworthily. (See 1 Cor. 11:27–30.)
Our Savior Himself instructed the Nephites, “Whoso eateth and drinketh my flesh and blood unworthily [brings] damnation to his soul.” (3 Ne. 18:29.)
Worthy partakers of the sacrament are in harmony with the Lord and put themselves under covenant with Him to always remember His sacrifice for the sins of the world, to take upon them the name of Christ and to always remember Him, and to keep His commandments. The Savior covenants that we who do so shall have His spirit to be with us and that, if faithful to the end, we may inherit eternal life.
Our Lord revealed to Joseph Smith that “there is no gift greater than the gift of salvation,” which plan includes the ordinance of the sacrament as a continuous reminder of the Savior’s atoning sacrifice. He gave instructions that “it is expedient that the church meet together often to partake of bread and wine in the remembrance of the Lord Jesus.” (D&C 6:13; D&C 20:75.)
Immortality comes to us all as a free gift by the grace of God alone, without works of righteousness. Eternal life, however, is the reward for obedience to the laws and ordinances of His gospel.
I testify to all of you that our Heavenly Father does answer our righteous pleadings. The added knowledge which has come to me has made a great impact upon my life. The gift of the Holy Ghost is a priceless possession and opens the door to our ongoing knowledge of God and eternal joy. Of this I bear witness, in the holy name of Jesus Christ, amen.
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Title: The Black Samurai: Yasuke's Odyssey
Prologue: Whispers of a Stranger
The year was 1579. The shores of Kyoto were caressed by the gentle waves of the Sea of Japan, as a strange vessel approached. Aboard the ship, a tall, dark-skinned man with the bearing of a warrior stood, gazing upon the foreign land that would soon become his home. His name was Yasuke, and he had been brought to Japan by the Jesuit missionaries, sold into servitude and torn from his African homeland.
Chapter 1: Nobunaga's Curiosity
Yasuke's arrival in Kyoto was met with awe and fascination. His ebony skin, unlike anything the Japanese had ever seen, drew the attention of the powerful daimyo Oda Nobunaga. Intrigued by the foreigner's strength and demeanor, Nobunaga requested a meeting with Yasuke. The two men found a mutual respect for each other's warrior spirit, and thus, Yasuke was granted a position in Nobunaga's service.
Chapter 2: The Path of the Samurai
As Yasuke adapted to his new life, he faced many challenges. He struggled to learn the language and customs, as well as the intricacies of the samurai code, Bushido. Despite the adversity, his determination to prove himself to Nobunaga and the other samurai never wavered. Gradually, Yasuke honed his skills in swordsmanship and strategy, earning the respect of his peers and the title of samurai.
Chapter 3: A Warrior's Bond
Yasuke's service to Nobunaga brought him into contact with many prominent figures of the time, including Mitsuhide Akechi, a cunning and ambitious samurai lord. While their friendship was built on mutual admiration and shared experiences on the battlefield, a lingering mistrust lingered beneath the surface. Yasuke could not shake the feeling that Mitsuhide's ambitions would one day prove to be a grave threat to Nobunaga and his empire.
Chapter 4: The Taste of Betrayal
The year was 1582. The air hung heavy with tension as Yasuke rode beside Nobunaga to the Honno-ji temple in Kyoto. Unbeknownst to them, Mitsuhide Akechi had orchestrated a coup against Nobunaga, his forces surrounding the temple and setting it ablaze. Trapped within the inferno, Nobunaga chose to commit seppuku, entrusting Yasuke with his sword and his final words.
Chapter 5: The Black Samurai's Vengeance
As the flames consumed the temple, Yasuke vowed to avenge Nobunaga's death. He fought his way out of the burning temple, cutting down Mitsuhide's men with the ferocity of a wounded tiger. In a final confrontation with Mitsuhide, Yasuke's loyalty and honor as a samurai shone through, but he was ultimately captured and spared by Mitsuhide, who could not bring himself to kill the man he had once called a friend.
Epilogue: The Legend Endures
With Nobunaga's death, Yasuke's fate was uncertain. The events that followed his confrontation with Mitsuhide would become the stuff
