The grass is unique to the people of the mythical world, but it’s also notable for me; it creates a vast expanse of green meeting with the horizon; this green expanse conveys a sense of life that rejuvenates my mind when I’m tired of my father used to advise his workers as they were drafting to rest at intervals and to go to the window to look at the green trees and grass to rest their eyes. Life starts from the soil; grass, weeds, and other growth forms start from the earth and aspire to grow toward the sky. Since childhood, I would see and imagine in my mind a building with a large glass window between two pillars; this window would open up to a vast landscape of hills of grass with high mountains on both sides; towards the horizon, there was an ocean, this was a dream-like world that I imagined, it was a way to be someplace else. I think of the blades of grass being a forest for tiny life forms. Lying on the grass and looking up at the sky conveys the wonder and something beyond reality.

I had thoughts of being in a deep forest with ferns, mushrooms, and toadstools, I’m lying around, and it gradually changes to a bedroom that combines with the forest. Imaginary things are never developed in isolation; such visions were created from my childhood exposure to fairytale illustrations. I would lay in bed at night and see the stars in the sky, thinking the ceiling never existed or there was a transparent sky window.

The people of the mythical world contemplate their feelings and, for some telepathically talk to one another over a long distance. The difference is that these people can visit a place that they envision through the help of a device that is invisible or hidden in another world; these machines are made of light.

Unlike mythical people, I can’t transform myself into the world I envision; I can only write about them, close my eyes, and see that world. A world where I observe a blade of grass with a drop of water resembling a dome that can be created into a strange building. Perhaps these are tiny people who live on the edges of grass or the drops of water. Anything is possible when looking and thinking about nature; things can be seen, and this all depends if I’m receptive.

Robert J. Matsunaga