A person who discreetly farts in an elevator is not a divine being, and a man needs to know this.
Reclaiming the sacred in our lives naturally brings us close once more to the wellsprings of poetry.
There is no hierarchy in Japanese Buddhist poetry.
Grief is the doorway to a man's feelings.
As a parent you have to do some renunciation.
I have spent many years trying to recover a common language, one that can cross the distance between people.