It is getting dark. In the low mists over the hills, an orange glow broods, as if the trees are on fire. Bats are flooding out from the hundreds of caves that perforate these mountainsides. I watch them plunge into the mists without any hesitation, trusting in the echoes and silences in which they fly.
Are all of us the same, I wonder, navigating our lives by interpreting the silences between words spoken, analyzing the returning echoes of our memory in order to chart the terrain, in order to make sense of the world around us?
Tags: memory forgetting silence-speaks
Some element in the air between us changed, as though a wind that had been blowing gently had come to an abrupt stillness.
Tan Twan EngIt was odd how Aritomo's life seemed to glance off mine; we were like two leaves falling from a tree, touching each other now and again as they spiraled to the forest floor.
Tan Twan EngTags: pg-180
The mountains are as I have always remembered them, the first light of the morning melting down their flanks.
Tan Twan EngTags: pg-3
Time is eating away my memory. Time, and this illness, this trespasser in my brain.
Tan Twan EngTags: pg-295
The world goes by, the young and the hopeful, all head for their future. Where does that leave us? There is a misconception that we have reached our destinations the moment we grow old, but it is not a well-accepted fact that we are still travelling towards those destinations, still beyond our reach even on the day we close our eyes for the final time.
Tan Twan EngAs with all the principles of aikijutsu, you do not meet the force of the strike head-on. You parry, you step to the side to avoid the blow, your redirect the force and unbalance your opponent. It is the same with the ken, the sword. These principles apply to you daily life as well. Never meet a person’s anger directly. Deflect, distract him, even agree with him. Unbalance his mind, and you can lead him anywhere you want.
Tan Twan EngTo have memories, happy or sorrowful, is a blessing, for it shows we have lived our lives without reservation.
Tan Twan EngTags: memories
Accept that there are things in this world we can never explain and life will be understandable. That is the irony of life. It is also the beauty of it.
Tan Twan EngTags: life
I have become a collapsing star, pulling everything around it, even the light, into an ever-expanding void. Once I lose all ability to communicate with the world outside myself, nothing will be left but what I remember. My memories will be like a sandbar, cut off from the shore by the incoming tide. In time they will become submerged, inaccessible to me. The prospect terrified me. For what is a person without memories? A ghost, trapped between worlds, without an identity, with no future, no past.
Tan Twan EngTags: pg-25
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