/jp/ - Otaku Culture

to survive moments of extreme organic tension is not a merit but a mark of imbecility. survive, only to return to the banality of existence? survival is equally meaningless after the experience of nothingness and after the paroxysm of IDOL pleasure. i can't understand why people do not commit suicide while indulging in the pleasure of IDOL, why they don't think survival commonplace and vulgar. such an intense though brief quiver should reduce us to ashes in seconds. but if it does not kill us, we should kill ourselves....

Your speed is at maximum. The plane tends to lift. But you can prevent this by pushing the elevator control forward sufficiently to allow for the increase in speed. Do your best. Push forward with all your might.
You have lived for 20 years or more. You must exert your full might for the last time in your life. Exert supernatural strength.

At the very moment of impact: do your best. Every deity and the spirits of your dead comrades are watching you intently. Just before the collision it is essential that you do not shut your eyes for a moment so as not to miss the target. Many have crashed into the targets with wide-open eyes. They will tell you what fun they had.

You are now 30m from the target. You will sense that your speed has suddenly and abruptly increased. You feel that the speed has increased by a few thousand-fold.

You are two or three meters from the target. You can see clearly the muzzles of the enemy's guns. You feel that you are suddenly floating in the air. At that moment, you see your mother's face. She is not smiling or crying. It is her usual face.

All the happy memories. You won't precisely remember them but they are like a dream or a fantasy. You are relaxed and a smile creases your face.
You view all that you experienced in your 20-odd years of life in rapid succession. But these things are not very clear.

In any event, only delightful memories come back to you. You cannot see your own face at that moment. But because of a succession of pleasant memories flashing through your mind, you feel that you smiled at the last moment. You may nod then, or wonder what happened. You may even hear a final sound like the breaking of crystal. Then you are no more.

Remember when diving into the enemy to shout at the top of your lungs: "Hissatsu!" At that moment, all the cherry blossoms at Yasukuni shrine in Tokyo will smile brightly at you.