It's all one flower.

"Farkil, you try to connect as many people as you can to gather information, but the Hutu people don't."

"How's everyone else doing?

I was obsessed with the story and Amana's vanilla tea cooled without any reduction.

"Friends I know firsthand, fellow hobbyists, fans of the same entertainers, people with close political mindsets, people connected in faith like star markers... there's a lot going on, but they tend to connect with each other."

"Uh..."

Cruillo explained, an indescribable voice leaked from everyone.

Similar people are not only fond of something, but also in their perception of things.

It's easier to believe the words of a fellow who knows nothing than the words of a stranger expert.

Cruillo was reminded to say no to SNS information and public opinion gathered with the help of the Fiarlkas.

"A man believes in what he wants to believe, gathers the materials that reinforce that idea, and gathers together the like-minded to bind. If you can easily connect with people in remote areas on the Internet, that trend will intensify."

As Captain Solniak put it, the adults who perused the report nodded deeply.

Jorch, a state-owned broadcast announcer, says by removing his glasses.

"I don't even know Mr. Agoni's face when I take off my glasses and he's in the end seat."

"Did you have such a bad eye?"

"Yep. Without glasses, you don't even see your underfoot well. Spiritual vision doesn't, so things are blurry, but only cluttered demons can see clearly."

Continue in a quiet voice to the amazing Agoni.

"Rhododendron blooms in the early summer, right?"

"Hmm? Oh, he's that bright red guy"

Funeral home Agoni nods.

It's a common evergreen shrub. When the season hits, many flowers bloom in unison, and the whole tree is wrapped in bright red (don't give me).

"Without glasses, that can look like a fire"

"You're as bright red as fire."

There's finally a topic I can understand, and Elantis nods happily.

He also planted a lot in neighborhood parks and elementary schools. If you ask me that, the way a small stock with only one bottle at the end of the private garden was breezy looked like a fire in the distance.

And it came to pass, when I remembered it again, that it was a metaphor for the flames from time immemorial.

"If you observe calmly, you can tell it's not a fire because it doesn't have smoke or burning odors, but if you turn around the corner of the street and eat it accidentally, you'll be thrilled"

"Is that what you are?

Medvege raised her eyebrows unexpectedly.

I agree with Cruillo.

I wondered why Joorci, who was always calm and deposited, would say such a trick.

"In me at that moment, a full-blown rhododendron is recognized not as a“ plant ”but as a“ burning flame ”. It's true in me until I realize there's no smoke, smell, wear glasses, or close to what I can see."

Pinatifida tilts her neck.

"It's a mistake...... is it?

"Objective facts and subjective… internal truths are separate"

"Coming Shin Shin...?

"For example, to those of us with spiritual vision, the presence of demons and miscellaneous demons without the flesh of the world is perceived as a threat there in reality, but in the countries of the northern Alton Gaza continent, where semi-vision occupies a majority, they are treated with superstition"

"Huh?

"Even though they're going to eat you?

The voices of surprise overlapped, and Amana frowned and heard.

"It was cleaned up as a mere missing persons case, and the witness testimony was called lying."

"Oh, with that said, you wrote in your report"

My father hit Pong and knee.

"Yes, in countries where semi-vision occupies a majority, the presence of demons without entities is not recognized, and serious damage called predation is decided that there was no"

"Yea..."

The children raised their voices of confusion.

Leno also sees Jorch with a face like he chewed up a bitter bug.

"Their inner truth, which is invisible to spiritual qualities, and ours, which is visible, and the objective facts, are different and natural."

The truth and the facts...

Everyone stared at the universe and shut up.

Including the three Kirkuls, there are only those with spiritual vision on this occasion right now.

"Bringing people together with the same perspective alone will be fun if it's easy to share values, gather hobbies, etc. But."

Jorch hung up his glasses by cutting off his words.

DJ Rafe nods.

"If that goes too far, it'll make you forget that there are other perspectives and stiffen up to exclusive ideas."

"That's right. This is especially true of political creeds and beliefs. Since ancient times, in every country and region of the world, a lot of blood has been shed."

"If we bring together people with the same knowledge and the same perspective, research and so on is going to dig deep, but if we get too close to the depth, we're not going to be able to see around, are we?

When the spelldoctor Septentorio confirmed in a tired voice, Jorch affirmed with his eyes.

You can poke something up and dig it, but sometimes getting out of that exploratory hole and consciously not breathing the world's air makes people less understand the significance and need for research.

If incomprehension creates a split and the "suspicious people doing dangerous research" rettel is affixed, instead of winning the budget, the research itself could be crushed by opposition from public opinion.

The researchers themselves are at risk of not realizing that research results have pushed them outside the general ethical framework.

"Perspectives tend to be narrowed down to one when we come together not only in the field of research, but also in those who share one value, such as politics and faith"

"The“ bottom of the well ”just now, that's how you forgot other perspectives and values, and you're in an unacceptable state, right?

Pinatifida grips a cup of vanilla tea horribly.

DJ Rafe said softly in a bright voice.

"At least we went to all kinds of places, including foreign countries, and we met a lot of different people, and we had all kinds of ideas, mon. You've seen it, haven't you?

"Yeah!"

Juvenile soldier Morph strongly agreed.

Old fisherman Aviace glares at Morph. Cruillo could not find the words to hang on him, who had broken up with a family whose values had changed dramatically.

"You just have to keep telling them that on the air."

In the words of Rafe, Aviace's cheeks loosened slightly.

To remind people of their existence, not to look up at the far sky from the bottom of the well, but to remember the world that extends outside the well.

"In short, it's always the same."

In a word from the pharmacist (dull) Awellana, I found myself losing strength from everyone's shoulders.