At the moment, I am in a small city in semi-rural Japan, and it is a week into September. Slowly but surely, it is becoming cooler and cooler each day. Summer is saying fare well for now. But the cicadas are still as loud as ever.
In Japan, cicadas come out in the summer after a seven-year-long pupal stage. Seven years buried underground, alone in the dark - can you imagine? And then they change, they grow wings and come out into the light and heat - to create life. They sing and sing and sing. When the seasons start to change, they will bury the next generation of cicadas, and then leave the world behind.
Autumn is beginning in Japan. And yet, the cicadas are still singing. Fiercely hanging on to what's left of a brief life, they throw all their might into the effort of finding their mate. And when they do, they will create a mystery, and then die.
Is that what we are all here for?
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