Postcard From Koyasan--and a Thought on Jewish Cultural Identity
Because I am not teaching this semester, I tacked an extra week onto my fall break and have spent the last week and a half in Japan--partly touring in Tokyo and Kyoto but mostly on a bicycle tour that took me and the rest of the group through ancient Japan, beginning with Nara (where the deer are believed to be sacred and thus have the run of the town). I've had a wonderful time and learned a great deal about Japanese history and culture, but, not wanting to come across like Thomas Friedman, I'm not going to pretend to be an expert of any sort based on a conversation with a taxi driver. Accordingly, I'm going to devote today's essay to reflecting on my own reaction to a particular experience I had at a Buddhist temple in Koyasan, which is home to over one hundred such temples and is the center of Shingon Buddhism, dating to the early 9th century. Along with the rest of my group, I stayed overnight at one of the monasteries in Koyasan. That was especially meaningful to ...