The joy of seeing, the joy of being

Ah, pretty things.

(1891 A boy's book, marking the beginning of modern childrens' literature in Japan, influenced by german works.)

Art for living, Art for parting from this life. Music, the most sublime of all the arts, full albums and piano.

Sometimes life is so full of joy and pretty things that a quiet thanks is in order. Thanks for being alive, for being healthy, and for being able to enjoy Art, and love, and food, and all the other wonderful things in this material world. Like green grass and ducks in the pound of a city park. And a girl to put my head in her lap and sleep in the shade of a tree.