Forefathers, one and all...

BEAR WITNESS!





The sound of the Gion Shoja temple bells echoes the impermanence of all things...

The color of the sala flowers reveals the truth that to flourish is to fall.

The proud do not endure, like a passing dream on a night in spring.

The mighty fall at last, to be no more than dust before the wind.

However!

We are the exception!



REJOICE!



All that is golden is mine!



Strong enough to have it all...

To weak to take it