Break Your Ties
I wonder what inspires a man to complain of “having nothing to do.” I am happiest when I have nothing to distract me and I am completely alone.
Yoshida Kenkō
Deluded
They flock together like ants, hurry east and west, run north and south. Some are mighty, some humble. Some aged, some young. They have places to go, houses to return to. At night they sleep, in the morning get up.
The Nettle-tree High Priest
Kin’yo, an officer of the second rank, had a brother called the High Priest Ryōgaku, an extremely bad-tempered man.
Uncertainty
If man were never to fade away like the dews of Adashino, never to vanish like the smoke over Toribeyama, but lingered on forever in the world, how things would lose their power to move us.