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Episode 11: �gLight and Darkness II�h
April 24, 2012
The instinct to revere the sun must be as old as humanity itself. �gLight�h evokes hope and life, while �gdarkness�h often calls to mind death.
The sun�fs radiance is the source of all blessings, the brilliance of fire the wellspring of human strength, and every creature on this earth survives only within the cycles of the seasons?those eternal rhythms governed by the relationship between sun and earth.
Of course, there are lands where the sun burns too harshly for its light to feel like a blessing. But almost everywhere, people seek to draw sunlight into their fields, into their homes. Here in Karuizawa, with its biting winters, that desire is all the stronger. Though the cold can be severe, clear skies abound, and when the sunlight streams into a room, it warms the space like a greenhouse.
That is why so many homes here have been built with large windows, designed to capture the low-angled light of winter. Our own home has a broad, high window on the southern side, its panes covered with shoji paper. When the sun pours through it, the entire living room fills with brightness and warmth?so much so that, even on subzero days when the temperature never climbs above freezing, one might almost forget the need for heating. At such times, I cannot help but feel an urge to bow my head in gratitude, whispering, �gO Sun, how we owe you everything!�h
There are some, however, who, in pursuit of that winter light, go to extremes?cutting short the protective eaves of their houses, felling every tree that might cast shade, erasing the natural screen between home and garden. It is true that prudent pruning is needed to prevent storm damage, but when summer comes, such light-hungry houses may discover regret.
For the summer sun here in the highlands is no gentle thing. Its rays are fierce enough that one can even tan indoors. Without the shelter of broad leaves and deep shadows, the heat can be relentless. Unlike urban homes, most houses in Karuizawa are built without air conditioning, ours included. And yet, thanks to the lush canopy of deciduous trees to the south, the towering fir to the southwest, and the garden grasses thick underfoot, we manage perfectly well by opening every window and letting the wind flow through.
The summer air here carries mists, and when the humidity grows too high, we close the windows?but no matter how sweltering the day, once the sun sets, the temperature drops swiftly. To sleep with the windows open is to risk catching a chill. Air conditioners are unnecessary; even our electric fans are used more often in winter, to circulate the warmth of the stove, than in summer.
And yet, not all corners of Karuizawa share this gift. In districts where asphalt has spread, where buildings cluster thick and trees are scarce, summers can grow unbearable, air conditioning indispensable. On walks, I sometimes pass the long, unmoving lines of cars trapped in Karuizawa�fs infamous holiday traffic, drivers wilting under the glare of sun on black asphalt. I cannot help but feel sympathy?and a touch of impatience. If only they would park their cars, step away from the congested road, and slip into the shade of the forest?just one street away! There, cool air and fragrant breezes await. But of course, each traveler has their own circumstances, and the traffic never seems to lessen.
Sunlight, however, does not shape only human fortunes. At times, it spells tragedy for the wild birds. Karuizawa has no shortage of strikingly modern buildings, their facades composed almost entirely of glass. To the human eye, such structures may seem airy and elegant, merging indoors with out. But to the birds, they are a deadly trap.
Birds chase each other at astonishing speeds, weaving through branches with acrobatic grace. But when bright sunlight reflects the forest into a glass pane, they believe they are flying into open sky. The result is heartbreaking: broken beaks, shattered wings, broken necks. Many die instantly; others linger in pain, unable to survive in the wild.
It is not right that humans should bask in the joy of light while robbing our feathered companions of their own?turning their hope, their very life, into sudden darkness. To love the light is natural. But we must take care?simple measures such as deep eaves, or bird-safe decals that break the illusion of transparency, can prevent needless suffering.
If even a few more people could build with such awareness?with a will not to endanger wild lives?their homes and gardens would become not only safer for birds, but more harmonious for people as well.
The light of the sun is humanity�fs hope. But it should not be ours alone. We have the capacity, through our wisdom (Sophia) and our craft (Art), to share that hope with other living beings. That belief, indeed, lies at the heart of our company�fs name: Sophiart the joining of wisdom, skill, and the heart that seeks to protect life.
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