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The continuity of our lives is preserved by being surrounded by the solidified substance of time which has lasted for a given period. Take, for example, a small drawer, which the carpenter has made for the convenience of some household. With the passage of time, the actual form of this drawer is surpassed by time itself and, after the decades and centuries have elapsed,it is as though time had become solidified [...]
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The more I thought about it, the more cheerful I became, The end and downfall of the world—of that world which now surrounded me and lay before my eyes-were not far off. The rays of the setting sun lay across the land. The Golden Temple was shining in their light, and the world that contained the Golden Temple was assuredly slipping away moment by moment, like sand trickling between one’s fingers.
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It is written in the Miscellany on the cosmic forces, Yin and Yang, that, after a hundred years have passed and objects have been transformed into spirits, the hearts of men are deceived; and this is given the name of Tsukumogami, the year of the mournful spirit. It is the custom of the world to remove one’s old household utensils each year before the advent of Spring and to throw them into the alley; [...]
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Fariha
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Yes, this was really the coast of the Sea of Japan! Here was the source of all my unhappiness, of all my gloomy thoughts, the origin of all my ugliness and all my strength. It was a wild sea. The waves surged forward in an almost continuous mass, hardly letting one see the smooth, gray gulfs that lay between one wave and the next. Piled up over the open sea, the great cumuli of clouds revealed a heaviness...
— Mar 25, 2026 04:16AM
Fariha
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At that moment some sort of meaning flashed through my mind. But no sooner was I aware of this flash than it disappeared and I lost the meaning. I stood there for a while, but the icy wind that blew against my body robbed me of all thought. I began walking into the wind. The meager fields merged into stony, barren land. The grass was withered; the only unwithered green was that of some mosslike weeds ...
— Mar 25, 2026 04:13AM
Fariha
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The station, the whistle, even the grating voice on the loudspeaker that echoed in the early dawn air, all reiterated a single feeling, reinforced it, and spread a dazzling, lyrical prospect before my eyes. The morning sun cut the great platform into sections. The sound of shoes running along the platform, the persistent, monotonous ringing of the station bell, the sound of a wooden clog splitting, ...
— Mar 25, 2026 04:07AM
Fariha
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I want to get away from all my surroundings.From the smell of powerlessness that everyone round me gives off so strongly.The Superior is powerless.Terribly powerless.I’ve understood that,too.”
You want to get away from the Golden Temple also?”
“Yes indeed!From the Golden Temple also.”
“Is even the Golden Temple powerless?”
“No,the Goiden Temple certainly isn’t powerless!lt's the root of everyone else’s powerlessness.
— Mar 25, 2026 04:05AM
You want to get away from the Golden Temple also?”
“Yes indeed!From the Golden Temple also.”
“Is even the Golden Temple powerless?”
“No,the Goiden Temple certainly isn’t powerless!lt's the root of everyone else’s powerlessness.
Fariha
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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.
— Mar 23, 2026 09:05AM
Fariha
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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...
— Mar 23, 2026 08:57AM
Fariha
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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,
— Mar 23, 2026 08:48AM
Fariha
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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
— Mar 23, 2026 08:42AM
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and had assumed that form. A given small space, which was at first occupied by the object, is now occupied by solidified time. It has, in fact, become the incarnation of a certain form of spirit.
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