Because You Cannot See Him, God Is

And I Can't Complain. After All, Only Women Are Able Really To Love.

A Poetess Who Had Died Young Of Cancer Had Said In One Of Her Poems That For Her, On Sleepless Nights, 'the Night Offers Toads And Black Dogs And Corpses Of The Drowned.

The Road Was Frozen. The Village Lay Quiet Under The Cold Sky. Komako Hitched Up The Skirt Of Her Kimono And Tucked It Into Her Obi. The Moon Shone Like A Blade Frozen In Blue Ice.

Because You Cannot See Him, God Is Everywhere.

The True Joy Of A Moonlit Night Is Something We No Longer Understand. Only The Men Of Old, When There Were No Lights, Could Understand The True Joy Of A Moonlit Night.