The field is green, the little birds sing, the dew shines, the smoke rises, and everything that can be seen here and there was “someone.” Everything that touches the heart, that appears in light and transforms, is surely the deed of “someone.” If plants did not have emotions, the senses that fill the earth would become scant and sparse. The heart in the shape of an insect that flies around the flowers must also be lonely. There is not one thing that touches the eyes or the ears of beasts that run through the forest. But when the beast suddenly becomes thirsty in front of a puddle, that very thirst is “someone.” The branches of the hazel move, the sun sets west. Salty wind, sea wind, wander around in search of what.Like ripples occur in the vast ocean and leaves grow on trees we were born in the world. Each ripple grasps light in a different slope, flickers, and tree leaves sway even when branches do not move (pricking up ears and eyes). It occurs as a completely different incident for the eyes, ears, and hands. Thus when consciousness grasps the world, the body retreats to the background like the ebb tide. I say (therefore without relying on ears and eyes) wake up.