Nothing in the real world is as beautiful as the illusions of a person about to lose consciousness.

Maybe the star doesnt even exist any more.Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.

The ground we stand on looks solid enough, but if something happens it can drop right out from under you.

Has the dark shadow really disappeared? Or is it inside me, concealed, waiting for its chance to reappear? Like a clever thief hidden inside a house, breathing quietly, waiting until everyone’s asleep. I have looked deep inside myself, trying to detect something that might be there. But just as our consciousness is a maze, so too is our body. Everywhere you turn there’s darkness, and a blind spot. Everywhere you find silent hints, everywhere a surprise is waiting for you.

Become like a sheet of blotting paper and soak it all in. Later on you can figure out what to keep and what to unload.

The thoughts that occur to me while I’m running are like clouds in the sky. Clouds of all different sizes. They come and they go, while the sky remains the same sky always. The clouds are mere guests in the sky that pass away and vanish, leaving behind the sky.

It is hard to be an individual in Japan.