What do I know of Gods and Buddhas? I’d be all too happy to call down heaven’s punishment, that this body, this snow that is my namesake, would melt in the morning sun into the waters of love! Crush my flesh and bones to dust, tear me limb from limb, spill my blood on my beloved! Even if my burning spirit became the faintest spark of a firefly, d’you think I wouldn’t fly to [my beloved]?
Izumi Kyōka, Demond Pond
















