Japan: sects and the city
Earlier, I had seen how it was really done. My day had begun at 5.30 in the morning when I was woken by a golden-robed monk banging a gong. My room was free of worldly possessions – free too of a television, telephone, bathroom or proper bed, with just a thin mattress and tiny pillow. There were no …
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