Hopes Are Like Hair Ornaments.

My Mother Once Told Me I Was Like Water. Water Can Carve Its Way Even Through Stone. And When Trapped, Water Makes A New Path.

And When I Raised Myself To Look At The Man Who'd Spoken, I Had A Feeling Of Leaving My Misery Behind Me There On The Stone Wall.

She Paints Her Face To Hide Her Face. Her Eyes Are Deep Water. It Is Not For Geisha To Want. It Is Not For Geisha To Feel. Geisha Is An Artist Of The Floating World. She Dances, She Sings. She Entertains You, Whatever You Want. The Rest Is Shadows, The Rest Is Secret.

It Was What We Japanese Called The Onion Life, Peeling Away A Layer At A Time And Crying All The While.

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.