There are fears that visit me every day. I have never once been able to escape the fear of death. Not so much death itself, but the physical pain and emotional desolation that accompany the process of dying. With no religion to comfort me, no breathing methods to steady my heart, will I be able to face my fate? I am not yet prepared. |
"The sound of the bell of Gion-shoja rings with the transience of all things; the color of the flowers of paired sal trees shows the truth that all glories must fade." These are the opening lines of the 平家物語 Heike Monogatari, a historical tale that all Japanese learn and remember from middle school. From these words, it becomes obvious that at no point in human history have we ever been free from war. Could it be that the sapiration for war is programmed into us as essential to the survival of the species? Try as we might, we cannot break its spell. It is the emptiness of that realization that leads our minds to dwell on the frailty of individual lives, the absurdities of fate and the miracle of being alive. We feel the futility and sadness of war and yet we cannot atone for this inescapable human behavior. |