Was walking back to Wren from Carmichael when it was snowing, when I heard a squirrel repeatedly making a racket on a tree.
Snow covered tree,
A squirrel’s cry.
Although we have only had 2 classes of Intro to Japanese culture, it seems that the main topics to be studied in depth (Evanescence and Form), have been touched upon by Professor Inouye. Through my interest in Buddhism, I have become accustomed to hearing that everything is subject to change, or “brief, fleeting, every changing…” (Inouye, 1). However, what sparked my curiosity was the idea that there some to be an overarching way in which things change, that “change occurs according to a fixed pattern” (Inouye, 1), and that this is the concept of “form”. Thats somethingI had not considered. Its not the contradiction that bothers me, its the idea that something ‘fixed’ exists, something that gives shape to the ever changing. Although I have not been able to conciliate this idea of form quite just yet, one thing i noticed was that my view on the cicada as simply an insect has changed incredibly. The idea of a ‘cicada-husk life’ (Inouye, 23) from a poem in the Man’yoshu makes me think of people who aren’t really living, but just appear to be, as if they have nothing beneath that fragile cicada shell. Intrigued for what pops up next in class, seems kind of unpredictable.