Preface:


「朝闻道,夕死可矣。」

I would gladly die at sunset, could I but hear the Way at dawn.


The slow arrow of beauty. The most noble kind of beauty is that which does not carry us away suddenly, whose attacks are not violent or intoxicating (this kind easily awakens disgust), but rather the kind of beauty which infiltrates slowly, which we carry along with us almost unnoticed, and meet up with again in dreams; finally, after it has for a long time lain modestly in our heart, it takes complete possession of us, filling our eyes with tears, our hearts with longing.

what do we long for when we see beauty?
to be beautiful.
we think much happiness must be connected with it.
but that is an error.


"Do you value your life? Do you think that your family and friends are important to you? If they are, then you should never think of changing yourself. Otherwise you will lose everything that is precious to you."


以呂波耳
千利奴流
餘多連曽
良牟有為
耶万計不
阿佐伎喩
恵比毛勢


いろはに ちりぬるを よたれそ らむ うゐやま けふ あさきゆ ゑひもせ


止加那久天之須

とかなくてしす

咎無くて死す

DIE WITHOUT WRONGDOING


保無樂道八夢

ほむらちゃん

HOMURA-CHAN


本乎津能己女

ほをつのこめ

please deliver this message to the one i love


even the blossoming flowers
will eventually scatter.
who then in this world
is unchanging?
the deep mountains of karma —
we cross them today.
and we will have no more shallow dreams
nor be deluded.