With the fall comes a quietude. The loud yellows and greens of
summer soften to gold and crimson. Leaves burn the last of their chlorophyll a
warm glow fading in a crackle and a whisper. Nature says a breathy farewell and
a hush settles on the land. A time of reflection, a moment of silence. This is
my impression of autumn.
Why is it, when I take a tour to see the fall colors I have to listen to an
incessant monologue from the tour guide? It is often said that the Japanese have
mastered the art of silence. They use it to express everything from hatred to
love, the mystical to the surrealistic, nothingness to the omnipresent ,etc..
Hence, they are inscrutable and non-communicative. What a joke! I got two words
for you: cell phone. I got another two words for you: talk show.
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When I visit Zen gardens in Kyoto there are speakers in every
corner squawking away. When I walk down the street I get my hair blown back by
speaker trucks blaring their messages at helpless pedestrians. You know, I once
listened to a 20 minute conversation on a train that consisted of only 3 phrases
repeated over and over and over; usoo, maji de, soo nan ya. That was it! I don't
care what anybody says, Japanese people love to talk! This autumn, as I walk
along the Ishite-gawa river looking at the leaves and enjoying the peace and
quiet, I recall the phrase, "Silence is Golden." Ironically, I soon
feel lonely and hurry home to talk to my Japanese friends. Maybe, Kaiwa is
golden too!

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