Sitting in stillness, the silence is at first shocking, deafening in a way unimagined but there. Within the lack of sound lies a thousand sounds you never heard in the din of life. You hear the young monk at Senso-ji approach the great bell and pull back on the log shu-moku, straining. You hear the laugh of school aged children hand in hand walking through the Temple grounds as pigeons gather. You hear the cat, sitting at the foot of Daibutsudan, staring out and the deer waiting at the gate. You hear your breath and that of a million others as they sit on their cushions sharing what is.
1. From the window of the hotel bus the small, squared fields are a green that only painters achieve, deep, intense, unreal. As the bus inches forward along the Narita–Tokyo expressway the green forms neat rows set off by a shimmer of the gray sky mirror that bathes the young plants.
2. Tokyo is a city of great precision where there are few birds, and even crows are well mannered. At Senso-ji Temple, it is left to the pigeons to give avian life to a sprawling city.
3. There are uncountable cars, trucks in Tokyo, motorcycles dance among them like small children grown bored with the wedding dance. A rainbow of taxis fill the streets, form unending lines, snake around the large hotels and office towers. There are forty taxi companies in Tokyo, each with its fleet, but all of the drivers are male.