Inadvertent naturalistic calligraphic tendencies of literati colour-field non-figuration whose outcomes exemplify not the expression of the individual or its cult but serve the collective documentation, curation and advancement of ascetic-arts knowledge.

Sannyasins are like Snakes

I arrived in Japan at the age of 22. I was still quite malleable and adapted to the Japanese endemic self-effacement ritual rather well. It was much like going through a second form of toilet training, both literally and figuratively. In fact, the mannerism still has a very strong grip on me. I often wish the Chinese cult were even half as gracious. And yet a propos to the ascetic that I am, this justifiably perplexing modus vivendi has in any event allowed me 'to live to tell the tale,' even though it always be temporaneously in the lairs and dens of other animals.

Yogins and sannyasins are like snakes. The snake does not dig out a hole for itself, but lives in the hole made by the mouse. When one hole becomes uninhabitable, it enters into another hole. Just so yogins and sannyasins make no house for themselves. They pass their days in other men's houses – today in one house, tomorrow in another (Sri Ramakrishna).[1]

Unless things have changed, though, the down side to living Japan is surely that of Mr. Roboto and his perpetually embarrassed wife. Indeed, Japanese culture is enduringly fascist. But it's not the Japanese alone. Oh no. Just think of it; what are the first four letters of 'culture'?[2]

Yet in spite of all of that, the point is this: I love Japan. It's a fantastic country.


[1] Sri Ramakrishna, 1965. "Ideals of the Sannyasin" in Sayings of Sri Ramakrishna Vedanta Press

[2] Worth reviewing is linguist Roy Miller's appraisal of the Japanese mind, as critiqued in "The Price of Tradition," Pīnyī (2005)

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