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Excerpts from Hagakure, Chapter 1

I started reading "Hagakure," which was written by the samurai Yamamoto Tsunetomo from 1709 to 1716. I don't agree with everything in the book - some of the things Yamamoto-sama says sound crazy to my modern sensibilities, but there's some powerful quotes in here about bushido. Here's some I liked, with some thoughts of my own -

We all want to live. And in large part we make our logic according to what we like. But not having attained our aim and continuing to live is cowardice. This is a thin dangerous line. To die without gaming one's aim is a dog's death and fanaticism. But there is no shame in this. This is the substance of the Way of the Samurai. If by setting one's heart right every morning and evening, one is able to live as though his body were already dead, he pains freedom in the Way. His whole life will be without blame, and he will succeed in his calling.

The first book of philosophy on bushido I read was the Budoshoshinshu. It had a significant impact on my thinking. One of the largest tenets of bushido is keeping awareness of your death in mind when you live. I try to do this, because it gives you a sense of urgency and importance.

A lot of times the principle is misunderstood - the principle is actually make preparations as if you'll live forever, but live this day that you'd be proud if it was your last. Bushido is not about being reckless. It's about keeping awareness of the end with you, and in doing so, living much more.

It's almost paradoxical - the man who is aware of his death, who relinquishes his claim on life, he lives much more fully. The man who is ignorant of his death does not live as much. Death is not something to be afraid of - it's something to be aware of. Being aware of it makes you more alive, and more effective, and more purposeful.

Echoes and Debate in the Halls of Valhalla

You would be forgiven for expecting that the Halls of Dead Warriors would be martial or militant in nature. It is not so; it is dreamlike, soft, warm, light. The texture of reality becomes almost velvety in such a place. And the levels of civility are surprisingly high; there is not much left to prove.

Sinking deep past consciousness to access those who walked a path both martial and civic. Memory blends and distorts, fades, is gone. But there. It would be interesting to see if pure philosophers were admitted to Valhalla, but it is not today’s focus, and the moments here are precious. We seek answers.

“Do we need hatred to bring people together?”

A leader is always wracking his mind. There are those who just see people as pieces on a chessboard; they may accomplish a lot, but at great harm.

And there are those who believe in a strictly humanitarian spirit; that harm resulting from omissions, as their lines are overrun and their precious ideals are violated, negated, cast aside by the harsh steel of a more pragmatic foe.

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