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Jottings by Simplicissimus: Truth is Simple

  　　If you hear someone say the word “truth,” you might feel it rather a formidable subject that will make you frown and scowl as well as give you a headache, but truth is not like that. Truth is only difficult if you try to make it difficult. If you think about truth in simple terms, it is no big thing. If you think of it simply, you will simply understand it.
  　　Human beings, in the course of their lives, eat, drink, breath, grouse, pee, and poop. This is truth. Now, one may angrily say to me, “Hey, there’s a limit to nonsense! That kind of crappy logic just makes fun of truth.” But I will not back down! Who is making fun of who? Stick a cotton bud in your ears, clean out the earwax, and listen carefully! You all suffer over this because you try to make things difficult. I do feel sorry for you and have come to share my crib with you, so be careful not to keel over.
  　　What scares human beings the most is probably sickness and disease. When human beings feel ill, they look to medicines, injections, and procedures to make them feel better. In the worst of cases, an individual, one of the lords of all creation, is spread out on a slab like a fish and cut up with a knife. Disease cannot be eliminated by cutting through skin and bones and turning the human body into a bloody mass. It is really tragic and cruel to think that the precious organs that have been bestowed upon human beings by the Creator are taken out of a body like pocket change. People put up with such nonsense because they think it will save their lives, but the results do not meet expectations. Why? Because there is a limit. If I just bluntly came out and told the truth, people would think me strange, hate me, and get mad, so it is only natural that I fear speaking out. Human beings continue to suffer needlessly, however, so for all of you I will write just a little to the point.
  　　Who do you think made the surrogates that are called human beings? Just try asking a lot of people. Most would have trouble answering. So let me try something else. I will look at what they say by the now popular method of sifting responses by points and percentages. The results would probably be like this: around eighty per cent would say they don’t know and around twenty per cent would say they do know. Of the twenty per cent who said they knew, it is almost certain that they would say God, the Creator did. Probably no one thinks that human beings were made by the technology of material science using machines. So, if these surrogates were not made by science, it is a stretch of logic to think that science can heal and repair those surrogates. These are not like cars that can be repaired by tools and oils. What is to be done? It seems obvious that if human beings are articles made by God, it is only logical that human beings should ask God to heal them. There must be something wrong with the brains of human beings if they can’t figure this out.
  　　My followers and I have good results when we try to heal disease. People are surprised and look wide-eyed, but even patients who cannot be healed with the latest techniques in scientific therapy are quickly healed by us. Some may say it is strange, but it is not strange at all. The person who made human beings is healing them so it is only natural they are healed, and it would be strange if they were not.
  　　A different subject is the Nature Farming that we advocate. The more we are able to get away from the use of fertilizers, the more abundant become our crops of rice, wheat, and vegetables. Farmers are amazed and surprised, and they don’t seem to get it, saying “Nature Farming is certainly foolish. Just like human beings need food to live, crops need fertilizers. Plants will die without them.” What they say seems logical, but there is something they should think about. Why do you think soil was created and who do you think created it? The answer is certainly the same as with the question about human beings, that God, the Creator made it. So, an article has been created that will provide enough for you human beings to eat. This is also truth. It is obvious. The soil needs nothing to help it provide enough food for human beings no matter how much they increase in number. Soil is really a splendid creation. Impure substances like excrement, chemicals, and dried urine are not food for the soil, as farmers say. The soil itself is a delicious food for crops, nothing better. Soil itself is a mass of fertilizer. It is human beings who are the stupid ones. They do not leave crops to the clean, delicious soil, but try to make plants consume all kinds of foul matter. Both soil and crops dislike excrement and weaken with it.
  　　It is no wonder human beings cannot get the soil to produce enough foodstuffs for themselves. Then, they try to import the food that others have made so that at least they can save themselves. It is really a sad commentary on a country that once called itself Luxuriant Reed-Moor, the Land of Fresh Rice-ears. In all the world there are probably no other numbskulls who have wasted so much energy for so few yields. That human beings do not become aware of this shows how empty their heads have become. Because human beings even now fail to realize the extent of this tragedy, God cannot turn a blind eye and has ordered me to help, so I am doing everything I can to awaken everybody. God has given human beings valuable life and it is really a shame that they make things so difficult.
  　　I have already gone on for far too long, so I will end here by saying that it is agonizing to stand by and watch while human beings take all this trouble in their lives, whether with health or with agriculture, and then lose their lives and crops, spending all their time complaining about their misfortune. All these afflictions occur because human beings have strayed from the truth. You could call it just desserts but human beings really are in such a pitiful condition so I write the truth here. As you read, take my words to heart, and put them into practice, your situation will improve so much that you will cry from happiness. I do hope you get it and that you are all not just a bunch of good-for-nothings.

Eikô, Issue 87, January 17, 1951
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