Word 076
On the edge of Naramachi stands a small temple called Jūrin-in. Inside its main hall rests a rare stone shrine chamber from the Kamakura period, known as the sekibutsugan — carved directly into a single block of rock.
At its center, Jizō Bosatsu is carved in relief, surrounded by the Ten Kings of the underworld, the Four Heavenly Kings, and smaller, unnamed figures packed close together without a gap. Each face, each size, is entirely different. Some remain sharp and clear; others have worn soft and indistinct with the passing centuries.
And yet, taking in the chamber as a whole, it seemed that if even one figure were missing, this quiet, dense presence would be lost. Prominent or barely visible, large or small — every figure appeared simply meant to be there.
There is not a single person in this world who is unnecessary.
Not even that person you dislike, or the one who does nothing but trouble those around them.
Even if you don't want to admit it, such people, too, are part of what makes up society —
one of the people this world needs.
Do not judge others by your own ruler.
Other people are a mirror that reflects you.
Stepping back out of the chamber, I glanced once more into the dim hall, where countless figures still stood in silence. Not one voice among them passed judgment on another. Each simply continued to be there.