They say Japan was made by a sword. They say the old gods dipped a coral blade into the ocean, and when they pulled it out four perfect drops fell back into the sea, and those drops became the islands of Japan. I say, Japan was made by a handful of brave men. Warriors, willing to give their lives for what seems to have become a forgotten word: honor.Japanese...they are an intriguing people. From the moment they wake they devote themselves to the perfection of whatever they pursue. I have never seem such discipline. I am surprised to learn that the word Samurai means, 'to serve'.
What does it mean to be Samurai? To devote yourself utterly to a set of moral principles. To seek a stillness of your mind. And to master the way of the sword.
And so the days of the Samurai had ended. Nations, like men, it is sometimes said, have their own destiny.
Being here...there is some comfort such as the emptyness of the sea. No past, no future. We seek small measure of peace, and only a few of us ever find.I am confronted by the hard truth. The irony in my life was set by me. Everyone is polite. They smile and bow. But beneath their courtesy, i detect a deep reservoir of feeling. They devote in perfection in everything, such discipline.
I'm amazed
