Soon, the flesh will lose its meaning.
Until now, what separated the human mind and soul from the outside world was
this organic prison—the body.
But when the day comes that this body ceases to matter, the boundaries will
melt away, and the mind will come into direct contact with the external world.
In this market society swirling with greed, appearances, physical
talents, and bodily abilities are immediately converted into symbols of money.
The speed of a baseball pitch becomes the thickness of a wad of cash.
A singing voice is translated into the number of digits on a contract.
Facial features rise and fall like stock prices.
Those called heroes and heroines are simply people whose bodily
organs happened to be superior.
And the masses, deluded, equate physical appearance, muscles, and vocal cords
with nobility of character and mind, exalting them upon an altar.
Admiration inevitably turns into self-projection, and self-love mutates into
idol-worship.
There is no place for the spirit in this process.
Even if those idols spend their nights indulging in decadent
pleasures, dissolving time in vulgar feasts, or aimlessly swiping at smartphone
screens,
the masses tightly seal the lid on these truths and continue their blind
devotion.
But this farce cannot last forever.
The day will come when the fissures of technology split the world apart.
A time will arrive when, cloaked in VR and augmented reality, people can change
their appearance and bodies at will.
Physical superiority will become worthless, like a currency long out of
circulation.
When that day comes, what will separate one human from another?
It will be spirituality and the soul.
Perhaps those souls will even become visible—manifesting as numbers
or icons hovering above their heads.
Some will bear a five-star crown, while others will sink beneath a single gray
star.
Souls that reek only of money will, naturally, be branded with the lowest of
ratings.
Those who once boasted only of their physical abilities and
neglected to refine their minds will find it impossible to even breathe in the
air of the new age.
Meanwhile, those who were nameless in the old society—
who faced daily hardships, nurtured compassion for others, and sharpened their
own souls—
these are the ones who will be deemed most beautiful beneath the light of the
new era.
But the majority continue to live amid money, entertainment, and
pleasure,
spreading the stench of greed and self-preservation as they go about their
days.
They do not realize it:
the new era, born from the very acceleration of capitalism itself, will one day
select them all,
click “Move to Trash,” and “Delete Permanently.”
This is the “Twilight of the Flesh”—
and at the same time, the “Dawn of the Soul.”
Yet that light will not warm everyone.
For weak souls and hollow spirits,
the very brilliance of that dawn will only deepen their shadows.
This is the English version of the article → Japanese version（日本語版）