The world of Jelly, having read 'Yamanashi', flutters about.

Without mountains, there is no sea.
They say there are mountains and valleys, so
If there are no mountains, there are no valleys.
What can be accomplished is built upon having mountains, valleys, and seas, and having a bottom.

To bear fruit, one must be at the bottom.
“Being there”
In other words,
“Being at the bottom.”

Just like the parent and child crabs,
it is said that there is a view that can only be seen from there.

I thought about it after reading it.
The Sanzu River overlaps.
Who is crossing the Sanzu?

It is a person in the middle of the path of three.
The sun and the moon are there, you see.
They are also my most beloved friends.
They help me build a bridge to the climax.

And then there is 'Clam-bon'.
Jelly thinks that is... Jelly from childhood.
In other words, a crab child (Clam-bon... a crab toddler).
Chi-chan, one of our three sisters, was called 'Bon' by her father, wasn't she?

'Botchan' (young master) became more dialectal as 'Bon'.
Clam-bon.

It became 'Clam-bon' because it was hard to say.
A common Japanese thing,euphonic changeperhaps.

It is good to sink the feelings of your childhood to the bottom.

However, you must not let them die.
Why did they die?
That is because Jelly, who is an adult, let them die.

But you can bring them back to life.

Yes.
The you from childhood that I met for the first time in a long while at the beginning of May was quite timid and looked anxious, wasn't it?
It can't be helped, can it?
Because it was the adult me who had buried you.

Parents say they won't take you to Isado, but...
Even so, Jelly still wants to cherish the 'Clam-bon' of childhood.

When you are in trouble, hit the bottom.
If you do that, you will be revived.

It is much better than hitting your head.
After all, there is a child Jelly.
Because it is always at the bottom of the deep sea, the deep sea, the deep sea.

Since it is the foundation, the bottom is the 'origin' and the 'base'.

The bridge, the crabs, the crossing, and the river are all Jelly.

And depending on how you look at it, the river can also be a treasure vault.

You can be afraid in the face of death,
and you can also think that you are glad to be alive.

In short, it is a 'fresh miracle'☆

The vibrant, diverse miracle I love,
is unleashed when the powder that shattered 1 dances and shines inside a kaleidoscope.

You even notice the sense of discomfort in 1 where you could only see 1.

Sharing experiences calls forth miracles.

Huh? Miracles? Like GReeeeN?

Lol

That's how it's always been in any era.

It's a trajectory.

Shall we make the accumulation of trajectories into a mille-feuille?

Add strawberries too. Lots of them.

Are you talking about a fruit with many eyes?
Understood.

That place is like a cosmic cake.
A cake in a cosmic sea.

Even so, isn't it a 'volume of air' (kiseki)? ♡

From the jelly of an adult child.

Oh, that's right.

Miyazawa-sensei.
There is a Galaxy Express pudding in Ehime 🍮❤️

The adult pudding was very delicious.
Would you like one? ❓😊

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Kenji Miyazawa-sensei 😊
Thank you for writing it 😊