I don’t remember which film it was,
but one night, after watching a scene of a vast and desolate landscape,
I found myself writing these words in a white notebook.
I don’t remember how long ago that was.
But recently, with so much talk in the news about rare earth and Japan’s natural resources, I suddenly thought of those words again.
Japan —
a solitary island floating in the eastern sea.
How many resources does this small country truly have?
And how many lives must they sustain?
Yes, it is undeniably a small nation.
Its tangible resources may be limited.
And yet, the land that has become so unique, so rich in character,
so peaceful and safe, even modest and gentle —
perhaps it holds another kind of resource,
one we cannot see.
Perhaps those unseen resources are what have shaped this country.
Perhaps they lie buried in the soil.
