For you who open this book cover

We were in a hall of the hospital. She was making a picture on a sketchbook. It was a face of a young woman. I was surprised and asked for her who was she. She answered, This is I. It was not be the least bit alike real her.

After lunch, we talked each together. Then she suddenly said that human DNA would never die even if the earth were broken. I asked for her its meaning, living in a space ship? She said I don't know, maybe in a space ship, or maybe on the other planet.

At that time, I abstracted think of birth. As for death, Socrates provided with us the perfect answer. To say, we can understand corpse because it is a body, but never understand death itself since we are alive.

I read the book of Mahayana. There was a definition of birth. I agree to her opinion.

The collaboration of two people started. She accepted spiritual image and voice somewhere, and draw it and write down it in Japanese. I streamline the sentence and translated.

This art book is made up in such a manner.