Traveling between wooden temples, gynecologist
with columns that took centuries to growth in height and diameter, I try to understand the barriers. Why do we stop just before reaching the summit? Why do we try to solve the same problem, in the same way, all over again? (Needless to say to no avail).
Temples have a strange symbolism, because their walls represent our failures, our defects. The same walls contain the following inscription:
It is not external things that restrict us; it is our minds that are attached to things that restrict us — Ryōshun Nakano.
The problem is that if we forget the restrictions we could actually solve the problem: a whole industry of pessimism down the drain.
Walking in Kyoto.
This is a translation of something I wrote here§. Olvidalia is a made up word deriving from Olvidar, to forget.Filed in quotes, travel