Devil's Music

Late afternoon, the endless cliff paths echo only the footsteps of a relaxed black cow slapping her ass with her tail. When I was sitting in the back seat of the cow looking up at the mountain, I saw a single single person lying alone in the sky far away. It was about placing your hands on the snow and frowning to get a closer look at the shadowy seam to cover the sun in the mountains.

“Wow, that's a big bird, Birashi. Look at that. ”

Biraci, who heard the case, said with a pretty smile, without even looking where Gun was pointing.

“Call me Garuda. ”

“Yes? Garuda? Your new name is Garuda? ”

“Once upon a time there was a man named Casciara the Wise, who had two beautiful wives, whose names were Cadreu and Vinata. Cadreu's wife wanted to give birth to a thousand great snakes, and she thought the power and bravery of her sons should be superior to Cadreu's. ”

“Oh... is that a myth about that bird? ”

“Yes, listen. After 500 years, 1,000 snakes came out of Cadre's eggs, and Vinata's eggs didn't hatch. An impatient vinata breaks an egg, and it contains a fetus that has only grown its upper half. The fetus became red, the floors, that is, spreading in the sky at dawn. Maruna curses Mother and flies to heaven, saying she's still in heaven. ”

“Wow, something cool. So the red light in the morning sky was Beanata's first son, and what about that powder? ”

“Maruna cursed herself and left. She was born in the second egg of Vinata, which had waited 500 years. Garuda is the greatest bird, the guardian of the universe, and the sun god who carries the sun on his wings to the west when the sun does not move to the west. ”

He looks at the sole of his eyes and says,

“Fantastic. But a bird in the Guardian of the Universe? Who is it?”

“That is…. ”

As he speaks, Biraci suddenly calls out, shaking his head to the left and saying in a slow voice.

“You like the Guardians of the Universe, what's with the cowardice wrapped in the bullshit about loving peace? ”

Biraci turns his head to the left.

“You bastard. That bird-head was trained by a coward who came to heaven to drink. The Guardian of the Universe was a load of crap, so think of me as a piece of shit. ”

Suddenly, Biraci starts hitting himself in the face with a bear in his hand.

“Ouch! Ouch, stop!! ”

The gun smiles awkwardly.

"Another seizure... haha."

Gun looks at Birash, bashing his head against the bear for a long time.

“Hey, Mr. Viraci. Aren't you getting hungry? I'm having thunder and lightning on my boat. ”

Biraci, who held the bear with his other hand, said.

“A place of rest will appear before the sun sets. Be patient.”

“Ah, yes, you know the geography here. ”

“Well, I've lived here for tens of thousands of years. ”

“Yes? How many thousands of years? ”

Biraci shakes his head and looks back.

“Uh-huh, no. I'll talk nonsense again... There 'll be a place for you to eat and sleep soon, so bear with it. ”

“Ah… yes, I understand. Haha...”

Biraci's words were accurate. About a half hour's walk on a cow reveals Rocci for the trackers. Rocci on the first floor has a large terrace, built on the hillside, and the boundaries of the first floor and the basement are obscured. When the cow stops in front of Rocci, Biraci steps off the cow's back and says,

“Let's go in. I don't have any money, so I need you to fix it. ”

“Oh, yes! Okay, Mr. Viraci. ”

The case that jumped off the back of the cow went into Rocci to catch the room, and the remaining virasis patted the head of the cow with a bear.

“Go and graze somewhere and come tomorrow. ”

The black cow rolls its red eyes over and disappears back into the forest slowly. Birash pours the remaining tobacco ash from the bear stand onto the floor and enters the mosquito. I told Biraci that I was doing the prepaid calculations at the counter.

“There's only one room, can I share it with you, Mr. Viraci? ”

“Well, what does it matter what you do? Do as you're told."

“Yes, let's sleep together tonight, haha. ”

The case came out on the terrace to do the math. There were several tables on the terrace, but no one was sure that the guests who booked the room hadn't arrived yet. When Gun came out on the terrace, he already sat on the most scenic seat and looked at the mountain. Gun pulls out his chair and sits across from Biraci.

“The owner said the best food here is cold noodles and brisket, so I gave it to you. Are you okay with that? ”

Biraci looks up at the mountain and nods without a word. Gun turned around and took in the cool breeze from the mountain with Biraci. Biraci, who was staring at the mountain without saying anything, looked at the sun just passing behind the mountain.

“Are you a musician? ”

“Yes, huh? How did you know?”

“I have a guitar, so I asked. ”

“Oh, I had a guitar, haha."

Biraci glances at the side of the case and asks.

“What kind of music do you play? ”

After thinking about it for a moment, he said.

“I'm still a student, so I can't say I'm a musician. ”

“So you don't have your music yet? ”

“There are a few, but it's hard to tell exactly what music is, haha. ”

“Are you going to live on music from now on? ”

“Maybe that's how it's going to be? I made some money on this one, and it should be enough to live on, haha.”

Biraci looks through the case. As Biraci glanced at himself, he felt as if he were standing naked in the middle of the market. Viraci rubs his bear stand against the table as he looks embarrassed.

“Money is a great paper, but it's also the worst master. It's like fertilizer, and if you don't spray it, it doesn't mean anything. “

I stared at Biraci, who suddenly speaks like a wise man to the world. Biraci takes a few moments to open his mouth again.

“I have some advice for a student who is still learning. Read a lot of books. It's better if the book is old. Some of the wisdom our ancestors gave us is foolish, but some of it contains the truth of the world. It's foolish to accept the lessons taught by such a book. Put your thoughts in it. And if it's music, we can make better music. ”

Gun straightaway said.

“Thank you very much, Viraci. But I don't think books are all that good. Some books don't fit my ideology all the time, so I get frowned on. ”

Biraci nods.

“You just have to look through some books. Some books just need to be understood and others need to be savored. Maybe being wrong about your ideas is different from your stereotypes. That's not necessarily wrong. Don't read books to catch or refute them, and don't read books to accommodate them. Read it only for deep reflection. ”

Gun takes Biraci's words in his mind. I slowly thought about how I had read, and what was the basis for which I distinguished between Western and non-Western books. Biraci turns his head to the left, looking at his thoughts. Before I was gentle, I told Biraci that my eyes had changed from fierce to fierce.

“I love music and dancing. That's why they listen and sing a lot. But some people write terrible music and lyrics. ”

The gun closes its eyes quietly.

“What was so terrible about it? ”

Biraci raises three fingers, striking the table with a few bears.

“Humans, you know, make three big mistakes. Not all artists do, but artists who inspire others by saying art must root out these three errors and then make a work of art. ”

“What are the three errors? ”

Biraci raises a finger.

“First error. Errors from human-centric thinking. It's typical to say you're sad when birds cry, or to say turtles are slow. Why is the sound of birds sad? Do you know how they feel? Turtles are slow? They must be slower than Humans. ”

Biraci opens his two fingers and says:

“Second error. Errors that come from an individual's experience or bias. His experience is like talking about sheep, the truth of the world. The private world is narrow, and there are very few other human lives that a person can meet. That's why you have to look at books and learn from other people's lives, and admit that you're not wrong about me. ”

Biraci stretches his three fingers.

“Third error. Error when believing in wrong norms. It's a mistake to unconditionally believe in tradition, books, and authority. For example, I think the settings of a really famous writer are wrong. Likewise, it is the same to live according to the laws made by man, even though they are wrong, without correcting them. ”

I still closed my eyes and listened to Biraci's words more deeply. Biraci tilts his neck to the right, shaking his head again, then smiling and saying in a cheerful voice.

“And sing forgiveness. Forgiveness is the role of a king, but revenge is only the actions of a lowly man. And while it's impossible to love someone and be wise at the same time, love the world rather than love the individual. because humans who love only themselves make society rough and barren. ”

Biraci, who was smiling beautifully looking at the case with his eyes closed, opened his mouth again.

“Be more elegant than you look. She looks like summer fruit. She won't last long. Maybe that doesn't apply to you. Anyway... cherish the people around you. Seeking advice from a wise friend is what a wiser person would do. because spectators are always better at analyzing things than competitors. ”

The case continued until the food came out and Viraci finished eating. Biraci leaves the leftover food in front of the case as if he didn't want to disturb the memory of the case. He quietly gets up and enters the room.

A huge shadow of Garuda hovers over his head as he closes his eyes and falls into the swamp of thought.

< 183Th: With God (3) > End

case: 21185