I am reading the book "Narrow Road to a Far Province". It is about the adventures of a Japanese wandering-poet who describes many nice impressions of landscapes with mountains, water and the similarities of humans with other beings.
The book begins with:
"The passing days and months are eternal travellers in time. The years that come and go are travellers too. Life itself is a journey; and as for those who spend their days upon the waters in ships and those who grow old leading horses, their very home is the open road.
There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores."
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