For Whom the Bell Tolls
Sitting here inwards a java store surrounded yesteryear all of these miserable looking one-time men as well as chatter box grannies, who appear to survive waiting on perish is sordidly depressing at 9am. This is the province of the field now. Old people. Sitting upwardly inwards these cafes, as well as waiting on death. Literally. With long drawn downwardly faces, pouty lips, as well as bloated lower cheeks. Has this teach the extent of the ane time proud Japanese? There are iii trivial schoolhouse girls hither inwards this cafe also, when they should survive inwards school don't the one-time e'er enquiry why these immature girls are here, as well as non at school?
I wonder what the 'Old' alive for nowadays...? I wonder why the quest is at that topographic point to alive to survive ane hundred years old, as well as to overburden their children. Waiting on death, inwards a java shop. Why non utilize perish for the exercise of restoring the country, yesteryear going out inwards a bang as well as doing something extraordinary for the sake of the people, for the sake of something, similar Jordan.
I couldn't assistance thinking almost the actual novel called " For Whom the Bell Tolls," written yesteryear Hemingway - arguable ane of his greatest works. The subject of the whole novel is filled amongst the preoccupation of perish as well as how Robert Jordan, a dynamiter, was sent to blow upwardly a span during the war. In his eyes, perish was to a greater extent than honorable than surrender, that this preoccupation amongst suicide over capture was something he looked forrad to, because inwards the halt he knew he could accomplish something beautiful yesteryear detonating his bomb, as well as him amongst it if the quest arises. His actions are heroic for this affair as well as is what drove him to this extreme.
Like fighting the state of war against decadence as well as the dumbing downwardly of Japanese culture, as well as rampant over-westernization. Why non survive some other Akao Bin...?
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| The Road to Change |
At the shrine I tin run into you, looking at me, through that smokey incense cauldron.
According to the tradition, the fume is supposed to brand you lot smarter as well as heal you lot of diseases. I beloved the continuity of tradition, history, as well as how it has been passed downwardly generation afterwards generation. The appreciation of the seasons, as well as more, are what I similar almost Japan.
Every autumn I am reminded of its beauty as well as wonder, at its gorgeous snowcapped mount ranges. I snapped this moving painting on a chilly autumnal morn inwards Nagano Prefecture.
The Sun tin rising as well as autumn for a yard years as well as these mount volition yet stay standing tall. Through the hale of rain, as well as wood fires, through the blizzards, through wars as well as blood soaked tourniquets when samurai ane time defended their fiefdoms as well as lands against nifty enemies. At their finally breath clutching at the air, as well as looking towards that nifty mount inwards all of its beautiful splendor as well as and thus dying inwards nature's embrace.
I'm also reminded of Nagano's bounty inwards the cast of food, as well as local favorites similar udon as well as soba. When the seasons alter thus produce the local specialties, as well as the Japanese similar it that way. Man doesn't impose his volition on nature, homo finds a residual amongst nature hither inwards Japan. Western thinkers impose their volition upon nature, because they claim that it is untamed. It is homo that is untamed.
This sake made inwards Nagano is non untamed. It's refined, but that's because homo as well as nature constitute a residual that worked. Nagano sake exemplifies the meeting of the beauty of all of the seasons, specially autumn. This Arabashiri was pressed amongst a fune, a wooden contraption traditionally used to press sake lending the finally production a shine as well as rich textured liquid essence of beauty.
The beauty of the seasons, struggling to intermission forth into something beautiful, as well as dreaming too, that someday she volition wing over again high inwards a higher house those fundamental alps of Kiso. A saltation soul waiting to survive ready free, yet remains beautiful to behold fifty-fifty bounded. Untamed hair, everywhere, yet incredibly alluring as well as beautiful.
As the Sun sets behind those gorgeous mountains, as well as reflecting on the beauty of the day, as well as trying to depict reasoning from why somebody would sit down dead inwards a java shop, unmoved, aged, as well as dying of rot as well as decay could neglect to run into the truthful beauty, fifty-fifty if it's from within, at times.