Light, light blue is a hydrangea. If you take a closer look, there is a tint of purple, pink, indigo... How much we miss when we see things?, so much so that we are not seeing them at all. We are a creature of language. Language cuts out a…

Cool morning. Everything catches its breath in the moist quietness under the leaden sky. A swallow cut across. It left behind a sharp, imaginary trail for a moment in the gray and... gone. It's Sunday. Why the quietness. A brief respite in…

Visited Nagoya University to give a lecture. The audience students were quiet. No questions, no comments. So, I asked them questions instead. "Why do you think this phenomenon occurs at a lower temperature?" None volunteered to answer. I p…

Rainy morning. Still very humid. Rain finally began to fall upon the disaster area. Their heart is wet, so is mine. 100 days have passed since the nightmarish tragedy. How fast our memory fades? Not sure if it should fade or should not, to…

This year's hottest! It's humid, too. Managed to get by without switching on an airconditioner. The electricity consumption today at 3 pm within the TEPCO (Tokyo Electric Power Co., Inc.) covering area was about 10% less than that on the s…

Ken Wilber wrote - It is as if Spirit were both the highest rung on the ladder of our existence AND the wood out of which the entire ladder is made. Spirit is both totally and completely immanent (as the wood) and totally and completely tr…