Tora Tora
Tora-san films were very popular in Japan. The hometown was Shibamata, a suburb of Tokyo where Tora inherited a dumpling shop. As he was always traveling , his uncle, aunt and sister ran it. Each film was story about Tora returning home, trying to help someone, making a mess for himself as well as others and leaving“ ”escaping— again, to return at the next Tora-san movie..
At the end of the street is the Daikyō-ji (題経寺), popularly known as Shibamata Taishakuten (柴又帝釈天) and regularly appearing characters associated with the temple are in the films .Visitors take their shoes off at the entrance.
On the walls around Daikyō-ji are carved stories of Shaka buddha. You pay some yen, maybe on weekends you stand in line, take off your shoes and walk through the temple seeing the illustrated in wood stories from the life of Guatma Buddha .
Shibamata Taishakuten was built in 1620
Evening from a bridge in Asakusa, Taito City, an old “lower” city, it might flood the banks in a bad typhoon.
A residential street in Chofu, a suburb of Tokyo.. Some of the houses have garages which are used to park their car.
Alameda Creek
Some people are always pushing conversation that the US is “the exceptional country..”
Consider the evolutionary process which has produced life in general and specifically life for human beings. ”’
At the beginning there was no instruction manual, at best some “evolved natural instincts” embedded in our DNA. gave individuals a clue to being able to survive, but humans needed a group to survive.
Everything, at least everything fundamental to survival, had to be learned on a trial and error basis. The group nature of human beings enabled survival information to be taught, stored and distributed among others. Language and memory were one form of storage but the ability to write on a medium which could outlive the writer and still communicate the information was an amazing creation.
Many early humans probably failed to figure it, out in time for their survival or maybe just in times of crisis, and still, constantly new people were born to get up in the morning and do it again. A lot of people and societies did not make it—whatever “ make it” means, I refer to societies in which every member dies out and no human knowable record can be found. But their lives were also woven into the basket of human culture.
However, every culture, every society, who made it this far represents people who figured out to survive. All are exceptional, none are more , none are less than the others—and we , all together, probably are the surviving 1%. .
What we mistake for “our exceptionalism”—
We —this humanity on this earth—who are left are like teams which qualified for the playoffs—Do we play each other off until only one wins or can we find a way to celebrate our success together. I guess it depends on how you see the game.
But it seems to me that we all, by birthright, are survivors who own this Earth in common.
When humans were just beginning, living in small groups they had more control over their own lives.’ As societies evolved over the last 300,000 years individuals have become increasingly interdependent with other, a benefit, if not a necessity for survival , and a division of labor has become and will become even more, increasingly specialized. And unless we can learn to function together peacefully, we will go on in this mad mjx of capitalism/mass markets/garbage until all the resources humans need to survive will no longer be available on this earth—but proudly the wealthy will get in their space ship, with limited space for humans and maximum space for their prized possessions and as they take off, give their last sorrowful look at their home they destroyed but will have memories of great fondness, full of illusion.
Now advanced markets have mass consumer with gazillions of products enabling us to live very nicely. . . .” have a meaningful career, own a house, food on the table, cars to drive, vacations to take, clothes to buy and wear . . .
But by taking bits of Earth from one place to another place to make it into things, then marketing and selling these things, which are later thrown“ away” in a garbage dump,’ somewhere . . . but not “where” is my backyard , please. . . .
At some point we will use all of the natural resources that keep this planet alive and turn therm into garbage— and the word garbage means we can not use it— and be a dead planet traveling through the universe.
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There are many different lines of public transportation in Tokyo used by 13-14 million people daily. and it shuts down about 12 pm, but its easy to find your way around.
Each line has a name, letter and color, and each station on a line has a number for that station, on that line. The names of the trains that stop at any specific station are in the black rectangles.
A digital sign in a metro passenger car showing a green circle with the name of the Chiyoda Line line, each line has a different color. As you can see below where the next station connects to the Ginza Line in orange and the Hanzomon Line in gray. The green boxes all in a line represent the different cars on the train and the red box is the one you are in. Japanese use more graphic communication than USA.
Through the screen in the window in Chofu.
Can I really think that when ai die, the particles that made “me” will dis-associate ” and then what kind of a chance to ever “re-associate” again, I guess if the universe goes on for ever, that chance would happen, and again and again.
Ga te ga te pa ra ga te pa ra sam ga te bo dhi sva ha
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