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In this vast, vague world of objects the bee and the summer chrysanthemum only remained to be “put in order,” as it were. The flying of the bee and the shaking of the flower did not differ in the slightest from the rustling of the wind. In this still, frozen world everything was on an equal footing, and that form which had emitted so powerful a charm was extinct.
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In my experience, therefore there was nothing in the nature of accumulation. There was no thickness of the kind that could form a mountain by piling one stratum upon another. Yet one thing I knew was that among all these experiences certain small elements-elements that were not swallowed up in the dark sea of time, elements that did not subside into meaningless and interminable repetition—would be linked together...
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It was inevitable that this woman should have changed, just as the features of this earth are changed by the time that the light from a distant star has finally reached it. If at the time when I saw her from the gate of the Nanzen Temple she and I had been joined in anticipation of today’s meeting, such changes as had taken place in her since then could be effaced; with only a few small alterations,
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One small decision followed another, and the effects of contrast and symmetry converged with infallible artistry. The flowers and leaves, which had formerly existed as they were,, had now been transformed into flowers and leaves as they ought to be. The cattails and the irises were no longer individual, anonymous plants belonging to their respective species, but had become terse, direct manifestations
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His likings were limited to things such as music, which vahished instantly, or flower arrangements, which faded in a matter of days; the brief beauty that the player brings into being transforms a given period or time into pure continuance; it is certain never to be repeated; like the existence of dayflies and other such shortlived creatures, beauty is a perfect abstraction and creation of life itself.
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This sense of individuality robbed my life of its symbolism, that is to say, of its power to serve, like Tsurukawa’s, as a metaphor for something outside itself; accordingly, it deprived me of the feelings of life’s extensity and solidarity, and it became the source of that sense of solitude which pursued me indefinitely. It was strange, I did not even have any feeling of solidarity with nothingness.
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It is said that the essence of Zen is the absence of all particularities, and that the real power to see consists in the knowledge that one’s own heart possesses neither form nor feature. Yet the power to see, which is capable of properly envisaging the absence of feature, must be exceedingly keen in resisting the charm of formal appearances.
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How could I possibly stretch out my hands towards life when I was being thus enwrapped in beauty?Perhaps beauty also had the right to demand that I relinquish my earlier aim.For clearly it is impossible to touch eternity with one hand &life with the other.It seemed as though the temple had assumed the form of a single instant of time & had visited me here in this park so that I know how empty was my longing for life.
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I had long since realized that in any form of knowledge, however gloomy, there lurked the intoxication of knowledge itself.
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Fariha
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“What about sexual desire? Where does that fit in?
“Sexual desire? Well, that’s halfway between. It’s a matter of going round and round in a vicious circle from human beings to stone and back to human beings, like a game of blind man’s buff.”
— Mar 16, 2026 04:44AM
“Sexual desire? Well, that’s halfway between. It’s a matter of going round and round in a vicious circle from human beings to stone and back to human beings, like a game of blind man’s buff.”
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“You’re damned Buddhist in your views, aren’t you?” I said.
“What’s it got to do with Buddhism or any stuff like that?” said Kashiwagi. “Nobility, culture, what people consider aesthetic—the reality of all those things is barren and inorganic. It isn’t the Ryuan Temple that you see, but simply a pile of stones. Philosophy, art—it’s all a lot of stones. The only really organic concern that people have is politics.
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“What’s it got to do with Buddhism or any stuff like that?” said Kashiwagi. “Nobility, culture, what people consider aesthetic—the reality of all those things is barren and inorganic. It isn’t the Ryuan Temple that you see, but simply a pile of stones. Philosophy, art—it’s all a lot of stones. The only really organic concern that people have is politics.
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The chrysanthemum was no longer beautiful because of its form, but because of that vague name of “chrysanthemum” that we give it and because of the promise contained in that name. because I was not a bee, I was not tempted by the chrysanthemum and, because I was not a chrysanthemum, no bee yearned after me. I had been aware of a sense of fellowship with the flow of life and with all the forms in it, but now this feeling disappeared. The world had been cast away into relativity and only time was moving.
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