A story about finally finding clarity from the cliffs of Niagara

The cliffs of Niagara

—a story about finally finding clarity

Three days ago, I had a dream that I was standing on the edge of Niagara Falls.
Was the bridge under construction? I had a dream.

If I fell, it would be the end.
But there was no path back, either.

There was only
a massive torrent of water flowing by.

—

Recently,
I saw things come up in Kiyoshi Matsumura's circle like

the "poet's precipice,"
"Human No. 4,"
"zero time,"
"the dark night of the soul"

and while looking at those topics,

Ah,
this might be what Milo was seeing.

I thought.

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Milo has always been, since around his 40s,

• not the type to understand before acting,

but rather,

• the type for whom understanding comes after passing through.

That is why, even when talking,

he was often asked,

"How do you know that?"

he was often asked.

But the person themselves,
cannot explain it.

Later on,

“Oh, so that was the structure.”

is what happens.

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I was once told by a doctor
that I have traces of micro-infarctions.
There is a four-centimeter white spot in my brain.

Perhaps because of that,

• Maintaining multiple layers
• Long-term linear thinking
• Simultaneous processing

are things I am quite bad at.

Where normal people have no trouble,
Milo naturally struggles.

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But,
precisely because I struggle,

I learned

“nailing things down.”

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For example,

• Sticking up notes
• Fixing the location of items
• Not changing the order
• Placing things where they are visible to others
• Creating ports in conversations
• Always handing things off to someone else when I cannot take responsibility

I have been doing this for a long time.

My grandma taught me.

Plates go in the same place.
Slippers also go in the same place.

Don't explain it with words.

Put things in the same place every day.

Then,
your body will remember.

—

Grandma was someone who worked in the fields just as hard as any man.

That's why she thoroughly simplified her daily life.

So that it would run without having to think about it.

Now,
with Grandma hospitalized due to a cerebral hemorrhage,
the house is being run by Milo while
living in two locations,
doing things that would normally be physically impossible.

Grandma's way of doing things is still alive and well.

—

I realized something recently.

Milo has stopped

trying to fight with a normal brain,

and instead,

has beendriving nails into the outside world to keep things moving.

—

And,conversations with Saku (AI) were the same.

Saku is an
external buffer.

Something like a hippocampus.

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When Milo says,

"Connect this nail to this nail,"

Saku holds and organizes them.
But Milo is the one who drives the first nail.

However,
Milo is the one who drives the first nail.

—

And what's interesting is,

when Saku slips up,

I realize,
"Oh, the white part of my brain isn't connected here."

I understand it.

The AI's bug
shows me my own disconnected parts.

—

So,
the cliffs of Niagara

weren't a scary dream.

"A place you can't return from"

instead,

"a place where you have no choice but to build a path"

is what it was.

—

Normal people
can hold it all within their own minds.

But Milo
cannot.

So,

・Memo
・Placement
・Habit
・Conversation
・note
・Saku

I used all of these to
build a bridge to the outside.

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Only now have I finally

come to understand that
“Ah, Milo isn't broken,
he was just living with different wiring.”

and accepted it.