Long ago in a place called this world a bell up on the mountain caught my ear. Now, at dawn, I hear the waves lapping the shore, carried by the breeze. I have the feeling that for a long time I was listening to the waves voices in the sound of the bell.
- Ooka Makoto from Songs of the Eternal Autumn (adaptations of the poems of Fujiwara Shunzei (1114 1204)