Sailing into the rising sun, I forget that time exist. I reach foreign shore where tales of wonder and woe exist. I see a people that seem to stand still filled with tradition and refinement. Each thing they do is done with the greatest care. To foreign eyes, it may seem insignificant, but to each soul it is a matter of pride. To show care in the smallest detail is to show the way of life that is lived. Duty to ones family and people has been lost in the ways of the west. From flowing silk made by hand to simple meals cooked on a stone fire pit, the simplest things take on a kind of dramatic elegance, as I make my journey through the eastern lands.