And we walk together down the street, so that we can remember every passing blade of grass, every dewdrop, every fading ray of the dying sun, infinitely beautiful.
Ken Liu’s story “Mono No Aware” finds a beauty in life’s transcience, in life’s shortness, in it’s finite aspects. Liu seems to find as much beauty in these concepts as he does in eternity and immortality in the story “The Waves” that I posted about yesterday.
In fact, one could ask the question, which does Liu consider more beautiful? I don’t think a concrete answer would be forthcoming. That could be why he wrote two very similar stories that grapple with concepts that at least seem to be different.
There’s more family love here, too. This time, instead of the ever present, never ending kind of love in “The Waves”, it’s the kind of love that is willing to end or willing to be sacrificed for another.