2004-01-01(Thu) Talk little, karate more [長年日記]
■1 Because I choose to.
……Is it freedom or truth, perhaps peace - could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson, vagaries of perception. Temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself. Although, only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love.
あけましておめでとうございます。今年もヨロです!!