In the East, trees, herbs, and flowers are worshiped as living beings. They conduct confidential conversations with them, as with close friends. They are idolized. Monuments are erected to beloved plants when their life suddenly ends. It has been so since ancient times. Previously, they asked for wind and rain not to break trees. In ancient chants they prayed for an extension of the instant of flowering.
Trees in the East are perceived as beings standing on a par with humans, and they tend to experience the same feelings. The Buddhist idea that everything has a soul and can be reincarnated into anything it attracts to contributes to this understanding of the world.
A man is connected with trees by family ties. All these are phenomena of a single essence, as Zentika tells about it in the play “Basho”, or “Banana Tree”:
The East, permeated with symbolism associated with plants, sometimes well-known, never ceases to Continue reading
When I was in the country of Hipponia (I hope no one needs to explain where it is :)) it came out, which means that the case is so unprepossessing, long remaining in my memory. Before turning to the essence, put the salt, so to speak, on the table, let’s pepper our cultural dish (a monument to the one who can quickly pronounce this rebus the first time) by retreat.
Once the Japanese realized that around them is not just the ocean, but full of different people living. Probably this happened when one Japanese, once again leaving the office, opened his eyes. And then he saw that more than one job is alive man … In general, every nation discovers America, and some do it constantly and not only geographically. It came to our miserable neighbors that ancient Japanese culture is good, and American culture is a cool rulez.
And away we go, in the cities and villages of Hipponia, a new fashion has gone. Who eyes, then, expanded plastically, who ruled his legs (I’m talking about Japanese ladies), and who, dressed in a bunch of multi-colored shapeless fabric, painted his head in red color, spoke in very distorted English and began to rejoice. The latter survived among many other ways of expressing themselves. Continue reading
If it’s good, one isn’t enough, and if it’s bad, two are enough.
The first man and first woman, in the understanding of the Japanese, is the god Idaanami and the goddess Izanami. It is not known how they were born. But the touching dialogue following this is known. Izanangi: “How is your body made?” Izanami: “My body grew, grew, but there is a place that never grew.” Izanangi: “My body grew and grew, but there is a place that has grown too much. Therefore, I think, I have a place on my body that has grown too much, put in a place that you haven’t grown on your body, and give birth to a country. Well how shall we give birth? ” Izanami: “That’ll be fine.” So the islands of the Japanese archipelago appeared. Continue reading