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As An American Man Of The 1990s Writing About A Japanese Woman Of The 1930s, I Needed To Cross Three Cultural Divides - Man To Woman, American To Japanese, And Present To Past.

We Must Use Whatever Methods We Can To Understand The Movement Of The Universe Around Us And Time Our Actions So That We Are Not Fighting The Currents, But Moving With Them.

For A Flicker Of A Moment I Imagined A World Completely Different From The One I'd Always Known, A World In Which I Was Treated With Fairness, Even Kindness-- A World In Which Fathers Didn't Sell Their Daughters.

If A Few Minutes Of Suffering Could Make Me So Angry, What Would Years Of It Do? Even A Stone Can Be Worn Down With Enough Rain.

Flowers That Grow Where Old Ones Have Withered Serve To Remind Us That Death Will One Day Come To Us All.