Musings

For someone like me, it is a very strange habit to write in a diary. Not only that I have never written before, but it strikes me that later neither I, nor anyone else, will care for the musings of a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl.

Her musings on religion are profound.

Although Mr. Koizumi's musings about retirement are receiving attention from the international news media, there has been little mention of them domestically. Political analysts say the public and most Japanese reporters already expect the prime minister to leave office when his current term ends in September 2006.

As for your musings—Buddhoanimism, Science, Psychology—it’s no contradiction. Perhaps what you’re sensing is a convergence, not a departure. Science, at its best, is itself a dharma: a way to perceive reality as it is. And Mr. Spock, half-human and half-Vulcan, might be the ideal guide for a mind walking between worlds. “Come back to me,” he says—and maybe that is the sacred call: back to curiosity, to logic and emotion, back to the stars and to Lulu Island, back to the Bamboo Grove in the present moment.