Easily one of the best books I’ve read in a while. Don’t be put off by the “memoir” tag, it’s much more. I’m not a memoir reader generally. This was barely a memoir, and much more an examination of humankind’s road to oneness with each other and God, our search for justice, our finding justice and knowing that’s not quite “it”, and instead embarking on a compassionate mission to the rest of humanity. Inouye beautifully uses experiences familiar to every Latter-day Saint to tell the story of building Zion and Zen, which are really the same thing.
After his parents were released from the US government’s Japanese prison camps and could not return home for their home was no more, they settled in south central Utah and experienced hardship (being members of a hated minority), sorrow (a daughter dying at age 6 due to cancer from nuclear testing), and hard work (farming the desert). They also experienced the love of their LDS neighbors following the loss of their daughter, which led the Inouye parents to take their kids to the local LDS ward.
Prof Inouye has an incredible range of experiences showing God’s hands, love, and grace in all the minute details of life, and how we advance that work. And how critical it is that we become part of that work of creating Zion and zen.
This is the sort of book I couldn’t put down. It is also the sort I will read again. It will make you laugh, cry, and deeply contemplate your own existence, god, fate, faith, humanity, and the universe. It has the power to be a transformative force for readers willing to be moved by the spirit.
Read this. Be changed. Learn how Christianity (and Mormonism in particular) and Buddhism, as well as other religious traditions, are tasked with the same goal: uniting the family of God as one, by emptying the self and loving the other.
His inclusion of dozens of haikus that help to carry the narrative (often in a striking and very personal way) are a beautiful touch as well.
Throughout, Inouye isn’t lecturing us at all. He’s not talking about how he’s figured everything out. He’s inviting us to join his quest.
A (lengthy) quote:
We wander. We stumble upon the truth. T. S. Elliot understood the journey, and the emptiness of it all. "We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time." Our journey takes us back to where we began, back to where we started to happen.
Jesus called it a "child's mind”. The Buddhists call it "no-mind."
We start in "the burning house". Being a part of the world, it too, is a site of constant change, 'samsara'*. Why, then, is it a place most of us would not want to do without? Home is our treasure, our place of safety. Yet it is of all places the most dangerous and limiting.
Someone invites us to a party next door. We step out into the street. Only then do we see smoke and flames showing at the second-floor window. Only then do we realize that "yes, my house is on fire."
Leaving home, we begin our search for the truth. We look for a new source of comfort. We learn the difference between right and wrong. We choose the right. We climb toward god, toward truth, toward reality. Our progress is exhilarating. We are learning cause and effect. We see how good brings about good and how bad brings about bad.
But then, just as we are about to enjoy our hard-earned happiness, we begin to understand the limitations of justice. To our great surprise, we learn that justice leads us to sorrow instead of to happiness. We come to understand that all people are fallible, and that the last thing we really want is for everyone to get what they deserve. We begin to feel the sadness of all things—'mono no aware', as Motoori Norinaga put it**—a deep sorrow that justice cannot cure.
This is when a second turning, a second conversion, must happen. Surprised by the world's sorrow, most of us give up and resign ourselves to live in a state of justice. But some follow their heart.
They move ahead, deeper into sorrow, on to compassion. Like Abraham and Noah and Moses, they bargain with God and turn away from their idols of Truth—not to ignore him, but to become like him, faced toward suffering, not away from the burning house.
Without this second conversion, the world would slip away. With this second turn, we begin our descent, our condescension.
Like Jesus, like Amida, like Kannon, we choose to remain in world filled with suffering. We go back to the burning house to save those who are still there.
After all, what good is my salvation if Uncle Bob is still on the couch, watching television and eating chips? For him, we throw a party—like the one that was thrown for us. For him, we mediate, we intercede, we invite him to begin the journey that ultimately leads beyond justice to compassion.
Why is justice not enough? Can we do without justice?
No. But justice is like food. We can't live without it. But too much kills us.
* samsara (Sanskrit): Literally, "constant change". Samsara is a fundamental concept in Buddhist thought. The truth of samsara is that all things are always changing. From this it follows that nothing exists intrinsically—that is, nothing is independent and beyond the influence of other things. All things are said to be, therefore, codependent. A mistaken insistence on permanent essences —for example, the self as an individual, independent being—is a major cause of suffering. One wants certain things to last forever, such as personal happiness. But a mature, enlightened being realizes that change and mutual influence are basic characteristics of existence. If the bad news is that success does not last, the good news is that failure does not last either.
** mono no aware ものの哀れ: Literally, "the sadness of all things." [Eighteenth century Japanese philosopher] Motoori Norinaga located the sentiment of ‘aware’, or poignant empathy, in The Tale of Genji. He found it in Japanese culture, generally. Life is sorrowful, a consequence of another fact of life: that all things are constantly changing. Most poetry in Japan is written in the fall, at a time of obvious sadness, when the vigor of summer moves dramatically and colorfully toward the stillness of winter.