Saint of Mt. Koya
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"Even though we could never marry, I fantasized what our life together would be like: morning and night we would be as one and talk about things as we sat at the table and drank our mushroom soup, or I would light the fire and she would set the kettle over it; I would gather fruits and nuts in the forest and she would shell and peel them; or we would be one of us inside the house and the other outside, chatting and laughing though the paper screens, then the two of us would go down to the river together. She would be naked and I would feel the fragrance of her breath on my back and be enfolded in the strange, alluring warmth of her flower-like embrace. Yes, these were the dreams I had, and for them I would gladly have forfeited my life!

"Preoccupied by these fantasies, I stood watching the roiling, boiling water of the waterfall, and when I think of it, even now, I break into a cold sweat.


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