CHAPTER 10 EDUCATION AND TRAINING OF A SAMURAI Life being regarded as the means whereby to serve his master and its ideal being set upon honour, the whole education and training of a samurai were conducted accordingly. The first point to observe in nightly pedagogics was to build up character, leaving in the shade the subtle faculties of prudence, intelligence and dialectics. We have seen the important part aesthetic accomplishments played in his education. In dispensable as they were to a man of culture, they were accessories rather than essentials of samurai training. Intellectual superiority was, of course, esteemed, but the word chi, which was employed to denote intellectuality, meant wisdom in the first instance and placed knowledge only in a very subordinate place. The tripod that supported the framework of Bushido was said to be chi, jin, yu, respectively wisdom, benevolence and courage. A samurai was essentially a man of action. Science was without a pale of his activity. He took advantage of it insofar as it concerned his profession of arms. Religion and theology were relegated to the priests. He concerned himself with them insofar as they helped to nourish courage. Like an English poet the samurai believed, it is not the creed that saves the man, but it is the man that justifies the creed. Philosophy and literature formed the chief part of his intellectual training, but even in the pursuit of these it was not objective truth that he strove after. Literature was pursued mainly as a pastime and philosophy as a practical aid in the formation of character, if not for the exposition of some military or political problem. From what has been said, it will not be surprising to note that the curriculum of studies according to the pedagogics of Bushido consisted mainly of the following, fencing, archery, jujitsu or yawara, horsemanship, the use of the spear, tactics, calligraphy, ethics, literature and history. Of these jujitsu and calligraphy may require a few words of explanation. Great stress was laid on good writing, probably because our logograms, partaking as they do of the nature of pictures, possess artistic value and also because geography was accepted as indicative of one's personal character. Jujitsu may be briefly defined as an application of anatomical knowledge to the purpose of offense or defense. It differs from wrestling in that it does not depend upon muscular strength. It differs from other forms of attack in that it uses no weapon. Its feet consist in clutching or striking such part of the enemy's body as will make him numb and incapable of resistance. Its object is not to kill but to incapacitate one for action for the time being. A subject of study which one would expect to find in military education and which is rather conspicuous by its absence in the Bushido course of instruction is mathematics. This, however, can be readily explained in part by the fact that feudal warfare was not carried on with scientific precision. Not only that, but the whole training of the samurai was unfavorable to fostering numerical notions. Chivalry is uneconomical. It boasts of penury. It says with vendicius that ambition, the soldier's virtue, rather makes choice of loss than gain which darkens him. Don Quixote takes more pride in his rusty spear and skin and bone horse than in golden lands and the samurai is in hearty sympathy with his exaggerated conferre of La Mancha. He distains money itself, the art of making or hoarding it. It is to him veritably filthy looker. The hackneyed expression to describe the decadence of an age is that the civilians loved money and the soldiers feared death. Negatliness of gold and of life excites as much disapprobation as their lavish use is panagorized. Less than all things is as a current precept. Men must grudge money. It is by riches that wisdom is hindered. Hence, children were brought up with utter disregard of economy. It was considered bad taste to speak of it, and ignorance of the value of different coins was a token of good breeding. Knowledge of numbers was indispensable in the mustering of forces as well as in the distribution of benefits and thieves, but the counting of money was left to meaner hands. In many feudatories, public finance was administered by a lower kind of samurai or by priests. Only thinking Bushi knew well enough that money formed the sign use of war, but he did not think of raising the appreciation of money to a virtue. It is true that thrift was enjoined by Bushido, but not for economical reasons, so much as for the exercise of abstinence. Luxury was thought the greatest menace to manhood, and severest simplicity was required of the warrior class, some through a relance being enforced in many of the clans. We read that in ancient Rome the farmers of revenue and other financial agents were gradually raised to the rank of knights, the state thereby showing its appreciation of their service and of the importance of money itself. How closely this was connected with the luxury and Everest of the Romans may be imagined, not so with the precepts of knighthood. These persisted in systematically regarding finance as something low, lower as compared with moral and intellectual vocations. Money and the love of it being thus diligently ignored, Bushido itself could long remain free from a thousand and one evils of which money is the root. This is sufficient reason for the fact that our public men have long been free from corruption, but, alas, how fast plutocracy is making its way in our time and generation. The mental discipline which would nowadays be chiefly aided by the study of mathematics was supplied by literary exegesis and deontological discussions. Very few abstract subjects troubled the mind of the young, the chief aim of their education being, as I have said, decision of character. People whose minds were simply stored with information found no great admirers. Of the three services of studies that Bacon gives for delight, ornament and ability, Bushido had decided preference for the last, where their use was in judgment and the disposition of business. Whether it was for the disposition of public business or for the exercise of self-control, it was with a practical end in view that education was conducted. Learning without thought, said Confucius, is labour lost. Thought without learning is perilous. When character and not intelligence, when the soul and not the head, is chosen by a teacher for the material to work upon and to develop, his vocation partakes of a sacred character. It is the parent who has borne me, it is the teacher who makes me man. With this idea, therefore, the esteem in which one's preceptor was held was very high. A man to evoke such confidence and respect from the young must necessarily be endowed with superior personality without lacking irredition. He was a father to the fatherless and an advisor to the erring. Thy father and thy mother, Soranza or Maxim, are like heaven and earth. Thy teacher and thy lord are like the sun and moon. The present system of paying for every sort of service was not in vogue among the adherents of Bushido. It believed in a service which can be rendered only without money and without price. Spiritual service, be it of priest or teacher, was not to be repaid in gold or silver, not because it was valueless, but because it was invaluable. Here, the non-arithmetical honored instinct of Bushido taught a truer lesson than modern political economy. For wages and salaries can be paid only for services whose results are definite, tangible and measurable, whereas the best service done in education, namely in soul development, and this includes the services of a pastor, is not definite, tangible or measurable. Being immeasurable, money, the ostensible measure of value, is of inadequate use. Usage sanctioned, the pupils brought to their teachers money or goods at different seasons of the year, but these were not payments but offerings, which indeed were welcome to the recipients as they were usually men of stern calibre, boasting of honorable panuri, too dignified to work with their hands, and too proud to beg. They were grave personifications of high spirits, undoubted by adversity. They were an embodiment of what was considered as an end of all learning, and were thus a living example of the discipline of disciplines, self-control, which was universally required of samurai. The discipline of fortitude on the one hand, inculcating endurance without a groan, and the teaching of politeness on the other, requiring us not to mother pleasure or serenity of another by manifestations of our own sorrow or pain, combined to engender a stoical turn of mind, and eventually to confirm it into a national trait of apparent stoicism. I say, apparent stoicism, because I do not believe that true stoicism can ever become the characteristic of a whole nation, and also because some of our national manners and customs may seem to a foreign observer heart-hearted, yet we are really as susceptible to tender emotion as any race on the sky. I am inclined to think that in one sense we have to feel more than others, yes doubly more, since the very attempt to restrain natural promptings entails suffering. Imagine boys and girls too, brought up not to resort to the shedding of a tear or the uttering of a groan for the relief of their feelings, and there is a physiological problem whether such effort steals their nerves or makes them more sensitive. It was considered unmanly for a samurai to betray his emotions on his face. He shows no sign of joy or anger, was a phrase used in describing a strong character. The most natural affections were kept under control. A father could embrace his son only at the expense of his dignity. A husband would not kiss his wife, no, not in the presence of other people, whatever he might do in private. There may be some truth in the remark of a witty youth when he said, American husbands kiss their wives in public and beat them in private, Japanese husbands beat theirs in public and kiss them in private. Calmness of behavior, composure of mind, should not be disturbed by passion of any kind. I remember when, during the late war with China, a regiment left a certain town, a large concourse of people flocked to the station to bid farewell to the general and his army. On this occasion an American resident resorted to the place, expecting to witness loud demonstrations as the nation itself was highly excited and there were fathers, mothers and sweethearts of the soldiers in the crowd. The American was strangely disappointed, for as the whistle blew and the train began to move, the heads of thousands of people were silently taken off and their heads bowed in reverential farewell. No waving of handkerchiefs, no word uttered, but deep silence in which only an attentive ear could catch a few broken soaps. In domestic life too, I know of a father who spent whole nights listening to the breathing of a sick child, standing behind the door that he might not be caught in such an act of parental weakness. I know of a mother who, in her last moments, refrained from sending for her son that he might not be disturbed in his studies. Our history and everyday life are replete with examples of heroic matrons, who can well bear comparison with some of the most touching pages of Plutarch. Among our peasantry an Ian McLaren would be sure to find many a Margaret Hall. It is the same discipline of self-restraint, which is accountable for the absence of more frequent revivals in the Christian churches of Japan. When a man or woman feels his or her soul stirred, the first instinct is to quietly suppress any indication of it. In rare instances is the tongs set free by an irresistible spirit when we have eloquence of sincerity and fervour. It is putting a premium upon a breach of the Third Commandment to encourage speaking lightly of spiritual experience. It is truly jarring to Japanese ears to hear the most sacred words, the most secret hard experiences thrown out in promiscuous audiences. Dost thou feel the soil of thy soul stirred with tender thoughts? It is time for seats to sprout. Disturb it not with speech, but let it work alone in quietness and secrecy. writes a young samurai in his diary. To give in so many articulate words one's inmost thoughts and feelings, notably the religious, is taken among us as an unmistakable sign that they are neither very profound nor very sincere. Only a palm grenade is he, so runs a popular saying, who, when he gapes his mouth, displays the contents of his heart. It is not altogether perverseness of oriental minds that the instant our emotions are moved we try to guard our lips in order to hide them. Speech is very often with us, as the Frenchman defined it, the art of concealing thought. Call upon a Japanese friend in time of deepest affliction and he will invariably receive you laughing, with red eyes or moist cheeks. At first you may think him hysterical. Press him for an explanation and you will get a few broken common places. Even life has sorrow, they who meet must part, he that is born must die. It is foolish to count the years of a child that is gone, but a woman's heart will indulge in follies and the like. So the noble words of a noble Hohenzollern, lerne zu leiden ohne klagen, had found many responsive minds among us long before they were uttered. Indeed the Japanese have recourse to visibility whenever the frailties of human nature are put to severest test. I think we possess a better reason than Democritus himself for our abderian tendency, for laughter with us oftenest veils an effort to regain balance of temper, when disturbed by any untoward circumstance. It is a counter-poise of sorrow or rage. The suppression of feelings being thus steadily insisted upon, they find their safety valve in poetical aphorism. A poet of the 10th century writes, in Japan and China as well, humanity, when moved by sorrow, tells its bitter grief in verse. A mother who tries to console her broken heart by fencing her departed child absent on his wanted chase after the dragonfly hums, how far to day in chase, I wonder, has gone my hunter of the dragonfly. I refrain from quoting other examples, for I know I could do only scant justice to the pearly gems of our literature, where I to render into a foreign tongue the thoughts which were wrung drop by drop from bleeding hearts and threaded into beads of rarest value. I hope I have in a measure shown that inner working of our minds, which often presents an appearance of callousness, or of a hysterical mixture of laughter and ejection, and whose sanity is sometimes called in question.  This is plausible as far as it goes. The next question is, why are our nerves less tightly strung? It may be our climate is not so stimulating as the American. It may be our monarchical form of government does not excite us as much as the Republic does the Frenchmen. It may be that we do not read Sartor Resartus as zealously as the Englishmen. Personally, I believe it was our very excitability and sensitiveness which made it a necessity to recognize and enforce constant self-repression. But whatever may be the explanation, without taking into account long years of discipline and self-control, none can be correct. Discipline and self-control can easily go too far. It can well repress the genial current of the soul. It can force pliant natures into distortions and monstrosities. It can beget bigotry, breed hypocrisy, or habitate affections. Be a virtue never so noble, it has its counterpart and counterfeit. We must recognize in each virtue its own positive excellence and follow its positive ideal, and the ideal of self-restraint is to keep our mind level, as our expression is, or to borrow a Greek term, attain the state of Euthymia, which Democritus called the highest good. Recording by Abaii in December 2009, Bushido, The Soul of Japan by Inazo Nittobee. Chapter 12 The Institutions of Suicide and Redress The acme of self-control is reached and best illustrated in the first of the two institutions which we shall now bring to view, namely, the Institutions of Suicide and Redress, of which, the former known as Harakiri and the latter as Kataki Uchi, many foreign writers have treated more or less fully. To begin with suicide, let me state that I confine my observations only to seppuku or kapuku, popularly known as Harakiri, which means self-immolation by disembowelment. Ripping the abdomen, how absurd! So cry those to whom the name is new. The odd, as it may sound at first, to foreign ears, it cannot be so very foreign to students of Shakespeare, who puts these words in Brutus' mouth. Thy, Caesar's, spirit walks abroad and turns our swords into our proper entrails. Listen to a modern English poet, who in his light of Asia speaks of a sword piercing the bowels of a queen. None blames him for bad English or breach of modesty. Therefore, to take still another example, look at Guercino's painting of Cato's death in the Palazzo Rossa in Genoa. Whoever has read the Swan Song, which Edison makes Cato sing, will not jeer at the sword half buried in his abdomen. In our minds, this mode of death is associated with instances of no-blessed deeds and of most touching pathos, so that nothing repugnant, much less ludicrous, Mars are conception of it. So wonderful is the transforming power of virtue, of greatness, of tenderness, that the vilest form of death assumes a sublimity and becomes a symbol of new life, or else the sign which Constantine beheld would not conquer the world. Not for extraneous associations only does Seppuku lose in our mind any taint of absurdity. For the choice of this particular part of the body to operate upon was based on an old anatomical belief as to the seat of the soul and of the affections. When Moses wrote of Joseph's bowels yearning upon his brother, or David prayed the Lord not to forget his bowels, or when Isaiah, Jeremiah and other inspired men of old spoke of the sounding or the troubling of bowels, they all in each endorsed the belief prevalent among the Japanese that in the abdomen was enshrined the soul.  The term Hara was more comprehensive than the Greek friend or Thumos, and the Japanese and Hellenys alike thought the spirit of man to dwell somewhere in that region. Such a notion is by no means confined to the peoples of antiquity. The French, in spite of the theory propounded by one of their most distinguished philosophers, Descartes, that the soul is located in the pineal gland still insist in using the term Ventre in a sense which, if anatomically to vague, is nevertheless physiologically significant. Similarly, Entrei stands in their language for affection and compassion. Nor is such belief mere superstition being more scientific than the general idea of making the heart the center of the feelings. Not asking a friar the Japanese knew better than Romeo in what vile part of this anatomy once named it Lodge. Modern neurologists speak of the abdominal and pelvic brains denoting thereby sympathetic nerve centers in those parts which are strongly affected by any psychical action. This view of mental physiology once admitted the syllogism of seppuku is easy to construct. I will open the seat of my soul and show you how it fares with it. See for yourself whether it is polluted or clean. I do not wish to be understood as a certain religious or even moral justification of suicide, but the high estimate placed upon honor was ample excuse with many for taking one's own life. How many acquiesced in the sentiment expressed by Garth when honors lost, tis a relief to die, deaths but a sure retreat from infamy, and have smilingly surrendered their souls to oblivion. Death when honor was involved was accepted in Bushido as a key to the solution of many complex problems, so that to an ambitious samurai and natural departure from life seemed a rather tame affair and a consummation not devoutly to be wished for. I dare say that many good Christians, if only they are honest enough, will confess the fascination of, if not positive admiration for, the sublime composure with which Cato, Brutus, Petronius, and a host of other ancient worthies terminated their own earthly existence. Is it too bold to hint that the death of the first of the philosophers was partly suicidal? When we are told so minutely by his pupils how their master willingly submitted to the mandate of the state, which he knew was morally mistaken, in spite of the possibilities of escape and how he took up the cup of hemlock in his own hand, even offering libation from its deadly contents, do we not discern in his whole proceeding and demeanor an act of self-immolation? No physical compulsion here as in ordinary cases of execution. True, the verdict of the judges was compulsory. It said, thou shalt die, and that by thy own hand. If suicide meant no more than dying by one's own hand, Socrates was a clear case of suicide.  Now my readers will understand that Seppuku was not a mere suicidal process. It was an institution, legal and ceremonial. An invention of the Middle Ages, it was a process by which warriors could expiate their crimes, apologize for errors, escape from disgrace, redeem their friends, or prove their sincerity. When enforced as a legal punishment, it was practiced with due ceremony. It was a refinement of self-destruction, and none could perform it without the utmost coolness of temper and composure of demeanor, and for these reasons it was particularly befitting the profession of Bushi. Antiquarian curiosity, if nothing else, would tempt me to give here a description of this obsolete ceremonial. But seeing that such a description was made by a far abler writer, whose book is not much read nowadays, I am tempted to make a somewhat lengthy quotation. Midford, in his tales of old Japan, after giving a translation of a treatise on Seppuku from a rare Japanese manuscript, goes on to describe an instance of such an execution of which he was an eyewitness. We, seven foreign representatives, were invited to follow the Japanese witness into the hondo or main hall of the temple, where the ceremony was to be performed. It was an imposing scene, a large hall with a high roof supported by dark pillars of wood. From the ceiling hung a profusion of those huge gilt lamps and ornaments peculiar to Buddhist temples. In front of the high altar, where the floor, covered with beautiful white mats, is raised some three or four inches from the ground, was laid a rug of scarlet felt. Tall candles placed at regular intervals gave out a dim mysterious light, just sufficient to let all the proceedings be seen. The seven Japanese took their places on the left of the raised floor. The seven foreigners on the right. No other person was present. After the interval of a few minutes of anxious suspense, Taki Senzaburo, a stalwart man thirty-two years of age, with a noble heir, walked into the hall attired in his dress of ceremony, with a peculiar hempen cloth wings which are worn on great occasions. He was accompanied by Kai Shaku and three officers, who wore the jimbawori or war circuit with gold tissue facings. The word Kai Shaku, it should be observed, is one to which our word executioner is no equivalent term. The office is that of a gentleman. In many cases it is performed by kinsmen or friend of the condemned, and the relation between them is rather that of principal and second than that of victim and executioner. In this instance the Kai Shaku was a pupil of Taki Senzaburo, and was selected by friends of the letter from among their own number for his skill in swordsmanship. With the Kai Shaku on his left hand, Taki Senzaburo advanced slowly towards the Japanese witnesses, and the two bowed before them, then drawing near to the foreigners they saluted us in the same way, perhaps even with more deference. In each case the salutation was ceremoniously returned. Slowly and with great dignity the condemned man mounted on to the raised floor, prostrated himself before the high altar twice, and seated himself on the felt carpet with his back to the high altar, the Kai Shaku crouching on his left hand side. One of the three attendant officers then came forward bearing a stand of the kind used in the temple for offerings, on which, wrapped in paper, laid a vakkitsashi, the short sword or dhark of the Japanese, nine inches and a half in length, with a point and an edge as sharp as a razor's. This he handed, prostrating himself to the condemned man, who received it reverently, raising it to his head with both hands and placed it in front of himself. Under another profound obeisance, Takisen Saburo, in a voice which betrayed just so much emotion and hesitation, as might be expected from a man who is making a painful confession, but with no sign of either in his face or manner, spoke as follows. I, and I alone, unworontably gave the order to fire on the foreigners at Kobe, and again as they tried to escape. For this crime I disembowel myself, and I beg you, who are present, to do me the honor of witnessing the act. Bowing once more, the speaker allowed his upper garments to slip down to his girdle, and remained naked to the waist. Carefully, according to custom, he tucked his sleeve under his knees to prevent himself from falling backward, for a noble Japanese gentleman should die falling forwards. Deliberately, with a steady hand, he took the dhark that lay before him. He looked at it wistfully, almost affectionately. For a moment he seemed to collect his thoughts for the last time, and then, stepping himself deeply below the waist in the left hand side, he drew the dhark slowly across to his right side, and turning it in the wound gave a slight cut upwards. During this sickeningly painful operation, he never moved a muscle of his face. When he drew out the dhark, he leaned forward and stretched out his neck, an expression of pain for the first time crossed his face, but he uttered no sound. At that moment the kaisakhu, who, still crouching by his side, had been keenly watching his every movement, sprang to his feet, poised his sword for a second in the air.  With one blow the head had been severed from the body. A dead silence followed, broken only by the hideous noise of the blood throbbing out of the inert head before us, which but a moment before had been a brave and chivalrous man. It was horrible.  The two representatives of the mikado then left their places, and crossing over to where the foreign witnesses sat, called to us to witness that the sentence of death upon Takisensaburo had been faithfully carried out. The ceremony being at an end, we left the temple. I might multiply any number of descriptions of seppuku from literature or from the relation of eyewitnesses, but one more instance will suffice. Two brothers, Sakon and Naiki, respectively twenty-four and seventeen years of age, made an effort to kill Ieyasu in order to avenge their father's wrongs, but before they could enter the camp they were made prisoners. The old general admired the pluck of the youths who dared an attempt on his knife, and ordered that they should be allowed to die an honorable death. Their little brother Hachimaru, a mere infant of eight summers, was condemned to a similar fate, as the sentence was pronounced on all the male members of the family, and the three were taken to a monastery where it was to be executed. A physician who was present on the occasion has left us a diary from which the following scene is translated. When they were all seated in a row for final dispatch, Sakon turned to the youngest and said, Go thou first, for I wish to be sure that thou dusted a right. On the little ones replying that, as he had never seen Seppuku performed, he would like to see his brothers do it, and then he could follow them. The older brothers smiled between their tears. Well said, little fellow, so canst thou well boast of being our father's child. When they had placed him between them, Sakon thrust the dagger into the left side of his own abdomen and asked, Look, brother, dost understand now? Only don't push the dagger too far lest thou fall back. Lean forward, rather, and keep thy knees well composed.  If thy dagger feels anything within and thy strength fails, take courage and double thy effort to cut across. The child looked from one to the other, and when both had expired, he calmly half denuded himself, and followed the examples set him on either hand. The glorification of Seppuku offered, naturally enough, no small temptation to its unwarranted committal, for causes entirely incompatible with reason, or for reasons entirely undeserving of death, hot-headed youths rushed into it as insects flying to fire. Mixed in dubious motives drove more samurai to these deeds than nuns into convent gates. Death was cheap, cheap as reckoned by the popular standard of honour. The saddest feature was that honour, which was always in the agio, so to speak, was not always solid gold, but alloyed with baser metals. No one circling the inferno will boast of greater density of Japanese population than the seventh, to which Dante consigns all victims of self-destruction. And yet, for a true samurai to hasten death or to court it, was alike cowardice. A typical fighter, when he lost battle after battle, and was pursued from plain to hill, and from bush to cavern, found himself hungry and alone in the dark hollow of a tree, his sword blunt with use, his bow broken and arrows exhausted, did not the noblest of the Romans fall upon his own sword in Philippi under like circumstances, deemed it cowardly to die, but with a fortitude approaching a Christian martyrs, cheered himself with an impromptu verse, Come, evermore come ye great sorrows and pains, and heap on my burdened back that I not one test my lack of what strength in me remains. This then was the Bushido teaching, bear and face all calamities and adversities with patience and the pure conscience, for as Manchus thought, when heaven is about to confer a great office on anyone, it first exercises his mind with suffering, and his sinews and bones with toil, it exposes his body to hunger and subjects him to extreme poverty, and it confounds his undertakings. In all these ways, it stimulates his mind, hardens his nature, and supplies his incompetencies. True honor lies in fulfilling heaven's decree, and no death incurred in so doing is ignominous, whereas death to avoid what heaven has in store is cowardly indeed. In that quaint book of Sir Thomas Brown's religio medici, there is an exact English equivalent for what is repeatedly taught in our precepts, let me quote it. It is a brave act of valor to condemn death, but where life is more terrible than death, it is then the truest valor to dare to live. A renowned priest of the 17th century satirically observed, talk as he may, a samurai who ne'er has died is apt in decisive moments to flee or hide. Again, him who once has died in the bottom of his breast, no spears of sanada, nor all the arrows of Thamitomo can pierce. How near we come to the portals of the temple, whose builder taught, he did lose his life for my sake, shall find it. These are but a few of the numerous examples which tend to confirm the moral identity of the human species, notwithstanding an attempt so assiduously made to render the distinction between Christian and pagan as great as possible. We have thus seen that the Bushido institution of suicide was neither so irrational nor barbarous as its abuse strikes us at first sight. We will now see whether its sister institution of redress, or call it revenge, if you will, has its mitigating features. I hope I can dispose of this question in a few words, since a similar institution, or call it custom, if that suits you better, has at some time prevailed among all people, and has not yet become entirely obsolete as attested by the continuance of dueling and lynching. Why has not an American captain recently challenged Estahasi that the wrongs of Dreyfus be avenged? Among a savage tribe which has no marriage, adultery is not a sin, and only the jealousy of a lover protects a woman from abuse. So in a time which has no criminal court, murder is not a crime, and only the vigilant vengeance of the victim's people preserves social order. What is the most beautiful thing on earth? said Osiris T'Horris. The reply was to avenge a parent's wrongs, to which a Japanese would have added, and a master's. In revenge there is something which satisfies one's sense of justice. The avenger reasons my good father did not deserve death. He who killed him did great evil. My father, if he were alive, would not tolerate a deed like this. Heaven itself hates wrongdoing. It is the will of my father, it is the will of heaven that the evildoer sees from his work. He must perish by my hand, because he shed my father's blood. I, who am his flesh and blood, must shed the murderers. The same heaven shall not shelter him and me. The ratio-sination is simple and childish, though we know Hamlet did not reason much more deeply. Nevertheless, it shows an innate sense of exact balance and equal justice. An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Our sense of revenge is as exact as our mathematical faculty, and until both terms of the equation are satisfied, we cannot get over the sense of something left undone. In Judaism, which believed in a jealous god or in Greek mythology, which provided a nemesis, vengeance may be left to superhuman agencies. But common sense furnished Bushido with the institution of redress as a kind of ethical court of equity, where people could take cases not to be judged in accordance with ordinary law. The master of the 47 Ronents was condemned to death. He had no court of higher instance to appeal to. His faithful retainers addressed themselves to vengeance, the only supreme court existing. They, in their turn, were condemned by common law. But a popular instinct passed a different judgment, and hence their memory is still kept as green and fragrant as are their graves at Sengakuji to this day. Though Laodze thought to recompense injury with kindness, the voice of Confucius was very much louder, which counseled that injury must be recompensed with justice. And yet revenge was justified only when it was undertaken in behalf of our superiors and benefactors. One's own rongs, including injuries done to wife and children, were to be born and forgiven. A samurai could therefore fully sympathize with Honeybald's oath to avenge his country's rongs, but his scorned James Hamilton for wearing in his girdle a handful of earth from his wife's grave as an internal incentive to avenge her rongs on the region Murray. Both of these institutions of suicide and redress lost their raison d'être at the promulgation of the criminal code. No more do we hear of romantic adventures of a fair maiden as she tracks in disguise the murderer of her parent. No more can we witness tragedies of family when data enacted. The night errantry of Miyamoto Musashi is now a tale of the past. The well-ordered police spies out the criminal for the injured party, and the law meets out justice. The whole state and society will see the wrong is righted. The sense of justice satisfied, there is no need of Kataki Uchi. If this had meant that hunger of the heart, which feeds upon the hope of glutting that hunger with the lifeblood of the victim, as a New England divine has described it, a few paragraphs in the criminal code would not so entirely have made an end of it. As to Seppuku, though it too has no existence de yure, we still hear of it from time to time, and shall continue to hear, I am afraid, as long as the past is remembered. Many painless and time-saving methods of self-immolation will come in vogue as its votaries are increasing with fearful rapidity throughout the world, but Professor Moselli will have to concede to Seppuku an aristocratic position among them. He maintains that, when suicide is accomplished by very painful means or at the cost of prolonged agony, in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred, it may be assigned as the act of a mind distorted by fanaticism, by madness or by morbid excitement. But a normal Seppuku does not savor of fanaticism or madness or excitement, atmost sang froi being necessary to its successful accomplishment. Of the two kinds into which Dr. Strahan divides suicide, the rational or quasi, and the irrational or true, Seppuku is the best example of the former type. End of Chapter 12 Chapter 13 of Bushido, The Soul of Japan This LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Avae in December 2009. Bushido, The Soul of Japan by Inazo Nittobe Chapter 13 The Sword, The Soul of the Samurai From these bloody institutions as well as from the general tenor of Bushido it is easy to infer that the sword played an important part in social discipline and life. The saying passed as an axiom which called the sword the soul of the samurai and made it the emblem of power and prowess. When Mahomet proclaimed that the sword is the key of heaven and of hell he only echoed a Japanese sentiment. Very early the samurai boy learned to wield it. It was a momentous occasion for him when at the age of five he was apparelled in the paraphernalia of samurai costume, placed upon a go-board and initiated into the rites of the military profession by having thrust into his girdle a real sword instead of the toy-dirk with which he had been playing. After this first ceremony of Adoptio per Arma he was no more to be seen outside his father's gates without dispatch of his status even if it was usually substituted for everyday wear by a gilded wooden dirk. Not many years passed before he was constantly the genuine steel, though blunt, and then the sham arms are thrown aside and with enjoyment keener than his newly acquired blades he marches out to try their edge on wood and stone. When he reaches Man's estate at the age of 15 being given independence of action he can now pride himself upon the possession of arms sharp enough for any work. The very possession of the dangerous instrument imparts to him a feeling and an air of self-respect and responsibility. He bears not his sword in vain. What he carries in his belt is a symbol of what he carries in his mind and heart, loyalty and honor. The two swords, the longer and the shorter, called respectively Daito and Shoto or Katana and Vakitzashi, never leave his side. When at home they grace the most conspicuous place in study or parlor by night they guard his pillow within easy reach of his hand. Constant companions they are beloved and proper names of endearment given them. Being venerated they are well nigh worshipped. The father of history has recorded as a curious piece of information that the Scythians sacrificed to an iron skimitar. Many a temple and many a family in Japan were to sword as an object of adoration. Even the commonest dark has due respect paid to it. Any insult to it is tantamount to personal affront. Woe to him who carelessly steps over a weapon lying on the floor. So precious an object cannot long escape the notice and the skill of artists nor the vanity of its owner, especially in times of peace when it is worn with no more use than a crozier by a bishop or a scepter by a king. Shark's skin and finest silk for hilt, silver and gold for guard, lacquer of varied hues for scabbard, rob the deadliest weapon of half its terror. But these appartenances are play things compared with the blade itself. The swordsmith was not a mere artisan but an inspired artist and his workshop a sanctuary. Daily he commenced his craft with prayer and purification or, as the phrase was, he committed his soul and spirit into the forging and tempering of the steel. Every swing of the sledge, every plunge into water, every friction on the grindstone was a religious act of no slight import.  Perfect as a work of art, setting at defiance its Toledo and Damascus rivals, there is more than art could impart. It's cold blade, collecting on its surface the moment it is drawn the vapours of the atmosphere. Its immaculate texture, flashing light of bluish hue. Its matchless edge upon which histories and possibilities hang. The curve of its back, uniting exquisite grace with utmost strength. All these thrill us with mixed feelings of power and beauty, of awe and terror. Harmless were its mission if it only remained a thing of beauty and joy. But ever within reach of the hand, it presented no small temptation for abuse. Too often did the blade flash forth from its peaceful sheath. The abuse sometimes went so far as to try the acquired steel on some harmless creature's neck. The question that concerns us most is, however, did Bushido justify the promiscuous use of the weapon? The answer is unequivocally no. As it laid great stress on its proper use, so did it announce and uphold its misuse. A dester nor a braggart was he who brandished his weapon on undeserved occasions. A self-possessed man knows the right time to use it, and such times come but rarely. Let us listen to the great Count Katsu, who passed through one of the most turbulent times of our history, when assassinations, suicides and other sanguinary practices were the order of the day. Endowed as he once was, with almost dictatorial powers, repeatedly marked out as an object for assassination, he never tarnished his sword with blood. In relating some of his reminiscences to a friend, he says, in a quaint plebeian way peculiar to him, I have great dislike for killing people, and so I haven't killed one single man. I have released those whose heads should have been chopped off.  Well, some people are no better, but you see that fellow was slain himself. My escape may be due to my dislike of killing. I had the hilt of my sword so tightly fastened to the scabbard that it was hard to draw the blade.  Yes, yes, some people are truly like fleas and mosquitoes and they bite, but what does their biting amount to? It itches a little, that's all. It won't endanger life. These are the words of one whose bushido training was tried in the fiery furnace of adversity and triumph. The popular apothecum, to be beaten, is to conquer, meaning true conquest consists in not opposing a riotous foe, and the best one victory is that obtained without shedding of blood and others of similar import will show that after all the ultimate ideal of knighthood was peace. It was a great pity that this high ideal was left exclusively to priests and moralists to preach, while the samurai went on practicing and extolling martial traits. In this they went so far as to tinge the ideals of womanhood with amazonian character. Here we may profitably devote a few paragraphs to the subject of the training and position of woman. End of Chapter 13 Chapter 14 of Bushido The Soul of Japan This lip-revox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Avae in December 2009. Bushido The Soul of Japan by Inazo Nitobe Chapter 14 The Training and Position of Woman The female half of our species has sometimes been called the paragon of paradoxes, because the intuitive working of its mind is beyond the comprehension of men's arithmetical understanding. The Chinese ideogram denoting the mysterious, the unknowable consists of two parts, one meaning young and the other woman, because the physical terms and delicate thoughts of the fair sex are above the corresponding caliber of our sex to explain. In the Bushido ideal of woman, however, there is little mystery and only a seeming paradox. I have said that it was amazonian, but that is only half the truth. Idiographically the Chinese represent wife by a woman holding a broom, certainly not to brandish it offensively or defensively against her conjugal ally, neither for witchcraft, but for the more harmless uses of which the bosom was first invented. The idea involved being thus not less homely than the etymological derivation of the English wife, weaver, and daughter, duhitar, milkmaid. Without confining the sphere of women's activity to Küche, Kirche, Kinder, as the present German Kaiser is said to do, the Bushido ideal of womanhood was preeminently domestic. These seeming contradictions, domesticity, and amazonian traits are not inconsistent with the precepts of knighthood, as we shall see. Bushido being a teaching primarily intended for the masculine sex, the virtues it prized in woman were naturally far from being distinctly feminine. Winkleman remarks that the supreme beauty of Greek art is rather male than female, and Leckie adds that it was true in the moral conception of the Greeks as in their art. Bushido similarly praised those women most, who emancipated themselves from the frailty of their sex and displayed a heroic fortitude worthy of the strongest and the bravest of men. Young girls, therefore, were trained to repress their feelings, to indurate their nerves, to manipulate weapons, especially the long handled sword called Naginata, so as to be able to hold their own against unexpected odds. Yet the primary motive for exercises of this martial character was not for use in the field, it was twofold, personal and domestic. Woman owning no Caesarean of her own formed her own bodyguard. With her weapon she guarded her personal sanctity with as much zeal as her husband did his masters. The domestic utility of her warlike training was in the education of her sons, as we shall see later. Fencing and similar exercises, if rarely of practical use, were a wholesome counterbalance to the otherwise sedentary habits of women. But these exercises were not followed only for hygienic purposes, they could be turned into use in times of need. Girls, when they reached womanhood, were presented with dirks, kaiken, pocket-ponyards, which might be directed to the bosom of their assailants, or, if advisable, to their own. The latter was very often the case, and yet I will not judge them severely. Even the Christian conscience with its horror of self-immolation will not be harsh with them, seeing palagia and domnia, two suicides, were canonized for their purity and piety. When a Japanese Virginia saw her chest de-menaced, she did not wait for her father's dagger, her own weapon lay always in her bosom. It was a disgrace to her not to know the proper way in which she had to perpetrate self-destruction. For example, little as she was taught in anatomy, she must know the exact spot to cut in her throat. She must know how to tie her lower limbs together with a belt, so that, whatever the agonies of death might be, her corpse be found in utmost modesty with the limbs properly composed. Is not a caution like this worthy of the Christian perpetua or the vestal conilia? I would not put such an abrupt interrogation were it not for a misconception, based on our bathing customs and other trifles, that chastity is unknown among us. On the contrary, chastity was the preeminent virtue of the samurai woman, held above life itself. A young woman, taken prisoner, seeing herself in danger of violence at the hands of the rough soldiery, says she will obey their pleasure, provided she be first allowed to write a line to her sisters, whom war has dispersed in every direction. When the epistle is finished, off she runs to the nearest well, and saves her honor by drowning. The letter she leaves behind ends with these verses. For fearless clouds may dim her light. Should she but graze this nether's fear, the young moon poised above the height, doth hastily be taken to flight. It would be unfair to give my read as an idea that masculinity alone was our highest ideal for woman. Far from it. Accomplishments and the gentler graces of life were required of them. Music, dancing and literature were not neglected. Some of the finest verses in our literature were expressions of feminine sentiments. In fact, women played an important role in the history of Japanese bellettre. Dancing was taught. I am speaking of samurai girls and not of geisha, only to smooth the angularity of their movements. Music was to regale the weary hours of their fathers and husbands, hence it was not for the technique, the art as such, that music was learned. For the ultimate object was purification of heart, since it was said that no harmony of sound is attainable without the player's heart being in harmony with herself. Here again we see the same idea prevailing which we notice in the training of youths, that accomplishments were ever kept subservient to moral worth. Just enough of music and dancing to add grace and brightness to life, but never to foster vanity and extravagance. I sympathize with the Persian prince who, when taken into a ballroom in London and asked to take part in the merriment, bluntly remarked that in his country they provided a particular set of girls to do that kind of business for them. The accomplishments of our women were not acquired for show or social ascendancy. They were a home diversion, and if they shone in social parties it was as the attributes of a hostess, in other words as a part of the household contrivance for hospitality. Domesticity guided their education. It may be said that the accomplishments of the women of old Japan, be they martial or pacific in character, were mainly intended for the home, and however far they might roam they never lost sight of the earth as the center. It was to maintain its honor and integrity that they slaved, drudged and gave up their lives. Night and day in tones at once firm and tender, brave and plaintive, they sang to their little nests. As daughter, woman sacrificed herself for her father, as wife for her husband, and as mother for her son. Thus, from earliest youth, she was taught to deny herself. Her life was not one of independence, but of dependent service. Men's help meet. If her presence is helpful, she stays on the stage with him. If it hinders his work, she retires behind the curtain. Not infrequently does it happen that the youth becomes enamored of a maiden who returns his love with equal ardor, but when she realizes that his interest in her makes him forgetful of his duties, this figures her person that her attractions may seize. Azuma, the ideal wife in the minds of samurai girls, finds herself loved by a man who, in order to win her affection, conspires against her husband. Upon pretence of joining in the guilty plot, she manages in the dark to take her husband's place, and the sword of the lover assassin descends upon her own devoted head. The following epistle, written by the wife of a young Daimyo, before taking her own life, needs no comment. Often have I heard that no accident or chance ever mars the march of events here below, and that all moves in accordance with a plan. To take shelter under a common bow or a drink of the same river is a like ordained from ages prior to our birth. Since we were joined in ties of eternal wedlock, now two short years ago, my heart hath followed thee, even as its shadow followeth an object, inseparately bound heart to heart, loving and being loved. Learning but recently, however, that the coming battle is to be the last of thy labor and life, take the farewell greeting of thy loving partner. I have heard that Kou Wu, the mighty warrior of ancient China, lost a battle, lost a part with his favorite Gu. Yoshinaka, too, brave as he was, brought disaster to his cause, too weak to be prompt farewell to his wife. Why should I, to whom earth no longer offers hope or joy? Why should I detain thee or thy thoughts by living? Why should I not, rather, await thee on the road which all mortal kind must sometimes tread? Never, Prithee, never forget the many benefits which our good master Hideo-ri hath heaped upon thee. The gratitude we owe him is as deep as the sea and as high as the hills. Woman's surrender of herself to the good of her husband, home and family, was as willing and honorable as the men's self-surrender to the good of his lord and country. Self-renunciation, without which no life enigma can be solved, was the keynote of the loyalty of man as well as of the domesticity of woman. She was no more the slave of man than was her husband of his liege lord, and the part she played was recognized as Nigel, the inner help. In the ascending scale of service stood woman, who annihilated herself for man, that he might annihilate himself for the master, that he in turn might obey heaven. I know the weakness of this teaching, and that the superiority of Christianity is nowhere more manifest than here, and that it requires of each and every living soul direct responsibility to its creator. Nevertheless, as far as the doctrine of service, the serving of the cause higher than one's own self, even at the sacrifice of one's individuality, I say the doctrine of service, which is the greatest that Christ preached, and is the sacred keynote of his mission. As far as that is concerned, Bushido is based on eternal truth. My readers will not accuse me of undue prejudice in favor of slavish surrender of volition. I accept in a large measure the view advanced with breath of learning and defended with profundity of thought by Hegel, that history is the unfolding and realization of freedom. The point I wish to make is that the whole teaching of Bushido was so thoroughly imbued with the spirit of self-sacrifice, that it was required not only of woman, but of man. Hence, until the influence of its precepts is entirely done away with, our society will not realize the view rushly expressed by an American exponent of women's rights, who exclaimed, May all the daughters of Japan rise in revolt against ancient customs. Can such a revolt succeed? Will it improve the female status? Will the rights they gain by such a summary process repaid a loss of that sweetness of disposition, that gentleness of manner, which are their present heritage, was not the loss of domesticity on the part of Roman matrons, followed by moral corruption too gross to mention? Can the American reformer assure us that a revolt of our daughters is the true course for their historical development to take? These are grave questions. Changes must and will come without revolts. In the meantime, let us see whether the status of the fair sex under the Bushido regimen was really so bad as to justify a revolt. We hear much of the outward respect European knights paid to God and the ladies, the incongruity of the two terms making Gibbon blush. We are also told by Hallam that the morality of chivalry was coarse, that gallantry implied illicit love. The effect of chivalry on the weaker vessel was food for reflection on the part of philosophers. Monsieur Guizond, contending that feudalism and chivalry wrought wholesome influences. While Mr. Spencer tells us that in a militant society, and what is feudal society if not militant, the position of woman is necessarily low, improving only a society becomes more industrial. Now is Monsieur Guizond's theory true of Japan or is Mr. Spencer's? In reply I might avert that both are right. The military class in Japan was restricted to the samurai, comprising nearly two million souls. Above them were the military nobles, the Daimyo, and the court nobles, the Kuge, these higher cyber-article nobles being fighters only in name. Below them were masses of the common people, mechanics, tradesmen, and peasants whose life was devoted to arts of peace. Thus what Herbert Spencer gives us the characteristics of a militant type of society may be said to have been exclusively confined to the samurai class, while those of the industrial type were applicable to the classes above and below it. This is well illustrated by the position of woman, for in no class did she experience less freedom than among the samurai. Strange to say, the lower the social class, as for instance among small artisans, the more equal was the position of husband and wife. Among the higher nobility too, the difference in the relations of the sexes was less marked, chiefly because there were few occasions to bring the differences of sex into prominence, the leisurely noblemen having become literally effeminate. Thus Spencer's dictum was fully exemplified in old Japan. As to Gizos, those who read his presentation of a feudal community will remember that he had the higher nobility especially under consideration, so that his generalization applies to the Daimyo and the Kuge. I shall be guilty of gross injustice to historical truth if my words give one a very low opinion of the status of woman under Bushido. I do not hesitate to state that she was not treated as man's equal, but until we learn to discriminate between difference and inequalities, there will always be misunderstandings upon this subject. When we think in how few respects men are equal among themselves, that is, before law courts or voting polls, it seems idle to trouble ourselves with the discussion of the equality of sexes. When the American Declaration of Independence said that all men were created equal, it had no reference to their mental or physical gifts, it simply repeated what Ulpian long ago announced, that before the law all men are equal. Legal rights were in this case the measure of their equality. While the law the only scale by which to measure the position of woman in a community, it would be as easy to tell where she stands as to give her avoir du poir in pounds and ounces. But the question is, is there a correct standard in comparing the relative social position of the sexes? Is it right? Is it enough to compare women's status to men's as the value of silver is compared with that of gold and give the ratio numerically? Such a method of calculation excludes from consideration the most important kind of value which a human being possesses, namely the intrinsic. In view of the manifold variety of requisites for making each sex fulfill its earthly mission, the standard to be adopted in measuring its relative position must be of a composite character or, to borrow from economic language, it must be a multiple standard. Bushido had a standard of its own and it was binomial. It tried to gauge the value of woman on the battlefield and by the earth. There she counted for very little, here for all. The treatment accorded her corresponded to this double measurement, as a social political unit not much, while as wife and mother she received highest respect and deepest affection. Why among so military a nation as the Romans were their matrons so highly venerated? Was it not because they were matrona, mothers? Not as fighters or law givers, but as their mothers did men bow before them. So with us. While fathers and husbands were absent in field or camp, the government of the household was left entirely in the hands of mothers and wives. The education of the young, even their defense, was entrusted to them. The warlike exercises of women, of which I have spoken, were primarily to enable them intelligently to direct and follow the education of their children. I have noticed a rather superficial notion prevailing among half-informed foreigners, that because the common Japanese expression for one's wife is my rustic wife and the like, she is despised and held in little esteem. When it is told that such phrases as my foolish father, my swinish son, my awkward self, etc., are in current use, is not the answer clear enough? To me it seems that our idea of marital duening goes in some ways further than the so-called Christian. Man and woman shall be one flesh. The individualism of the Anglo-Saxon cannot let go of the idea that husband and wife are two persons. Hence, when they disagree, their separate rights are recognized, and when they agree, they exhaust the vocabulary in all sorts of silly pet names and nonsensical blandishments. It sounds highly irrational to our ears when a husband or wife speaks to a third party of his other half, better or worse, as being lovely, bright, kind, and whatnot. Is it good taste to speak of one's self as my bright self, my lovely disposition, and so forth? We think praising one's own wife or one's own husband is praising a part of one's own self, and self-praise is regarded, to say the least, as bad taste among us, and I hope among Christian nations too. I have diverged at some length because the polite debasement of one's consort was a usage most in vogue among the samurai. The Chutonic races beginning their tribal life with the superstitious awe of the fair sex, though this is really wearing off in Germany, and the Americans beginning their social life under the painful consciousness of the numerical insufficiency of women, who now increasing are, I am afraid, fast losing the prestige their colonial mothers enjoyed. The respect man pays to women has in western civilization become the chief standard of morality. But in the martial ethics of Bushido, the main watershed dividing the good and the bad was sought elsewhere. It was located along the line of duty which bound man to his own divine soul and then to other souls, in the five relations I have mentioned in the early part of this paper. Of these we have brought to our readers notice loyalty, the relation between one man as vassal and another as lord. Upon the rest I have only dwelt incidentally, as occasion presented itself, because they were not peculiar to Bushido. Being founded on natural affections they could but be common to all mankind, though in some particulars they may have been accentuated by conditions which its teachings induced. In this connection there comes before me the peculiar strength and tenderness of friendship between man and man, which often added to the bond of brotherhood, a romantic attachment doubtless intensified by the separation of the sexes in youth. A separation which denied to affection the natural channel open to it in western chivalry or in the free intercourse of Anglo-Saxon lands. I might fill pages with Japanese versions of the story of Daemon and Pythias or Achilles and Patroclos, or tell in Bushido pollens of ties as sympathetic as those which bound David and Jonathan. Chapter 15 of Bushido, the soul of Japan This lip-revox recording is in a public domain, recording by Abaii in December 2009. Bushido, the soul of Japan, by Inazo Nittobee. Chapter 15, The Influence of Bushido It is not surprising, however, that the virtues and teachings unique in the precepts of knighthood did not remain circumscribed to the military class. This makes us hasten to the consideration of the influence of Bushido on the nation at large. We have brought into view only a few of the more prominent peaks which rise above the range of knightly virtues, in themselves so much more elevated than the general level of our national life. As the sun in its rising, first tips the highest peaks with rusted hue and then gradually casts its rays on the valley below, so the ethical system which first enlightened the military order drew in course of time followers from amongst the masses. Democracy raises up a natural prince for its leader, and aristocracy infuses a princely spirit among the people. Virtues are no less contagious than vices. There needs but one wise man in a company, and all are wise, so rapid is the contagion, says Amazon. No social class or caste can resist the diffusive power of moral influence. Pray, test we may, of the triumphant march of Anglo-Saxon liberty rarely has it received impetus from the masses. Was it not rather the work of the squires and gentlemen? Very truly does Mr. Tain say, these three syllables, as used across the channel, summarize the history of English society. Democracy may make self-confident retorts to such a statement, and fling back the question, when Adam delved in Eve's span, where then was the gentleman? All the more pity that the gentleman was not present in Eden, and the first parents missed him sorely and paid a high price for his absence. Had he been there, not only would the garden have been more tastefully dressed, but they would have learned without painful experience that disobedience to Jehovah was disloyalty and dishonor, treason and rebellion. What Japan was, she owed to the samurai. They were not only the flower of the nation, but its root as well. All the gracious gifts of heaven flowed through them. Though they kept themselves socially aloof from the populace, they set a moral standard for them and guided them by their example. I admit Bushido has its esoteric and exoteric teachings. These were euda monistic, looking after the welfare and happiness of the commonality, while those were erotaiic, emphasizing the practice of virtues for their own sake. In the most chivalrous days of Europe, knights formed numerically, but a small fraction of the population. But, as Emerson says, in English literature, half the drama and all the novels from Sir Philip Sidney to Sir Walter Scott paint this figure. Gentlemen. Right in place of Sidney and Scott, Chikamatsu and Bakin, and you have in a nutshell the main features of the literary history of Japan. The innumerable avenues of popular amusement and instruction, the theaters, the storytellers booths, the preacher's days, the musical recitations, the novels, have taken for their chief theme the stories of the samurai. The peasants round the open fire in their huts never tire of repeating the achievements of Yoshitsune and his faithful retainer Benkei or of the two brave Soga brothers.  The clerks and the shop boys, after their day's work is over and the amado, outside shutters, of the store are closed, gathered together to relate the story of Nobunaga and Hideyoshi far into the night, until slumber overtakes their weary eyes and transports them from the drudgery of the counter to the exploits of the field. The very babe just beginning to toddle is taught to lisp the adventures of Momotaro, the daring conqueror of Ogreland. Even girls are so imbued with the love of nightly deeds and virtues that, like the Stemona, they would seriously incline to devour with greedy ear the Romans of the samurai. The samurai grew to be the beau idéal of the whole race. As among flowers the cherry is queen, so among men the samurai is lord, so sang the populace. Debarred from commercial pursuits, the military class itself did not aid commerce, but there was no channel of human activity, no avenue of thought, which did not receive in some measure an impetus from Bushido. Intellectual and moral Japan was directly or indirectly the work of knighthood. Mr. Malak, in his exceedingly suggestive book, Aristocracy and Evolution, has eloquently told us that social evolution, insofar as it is other than biological, may be defined as the unintended result of the intentions of great men. Further, that historical progress is produced by a struggle, not among the community generally, to live, but a struggle amongst the small section of the community to lead, to direct, to employ the majority in the best way. Whatever may be said about the soundness of this argument, these statements are amply verified in the part played by Bushi in the social progress, as far as it went of our empire. How the spirit of Bushido permitted all social classes is also shown in the development of a certain order of men, known as otoko datte, the natural leaders of democracy. Staunch fellows were they, every inch of them strong with the strength of massive manhood. At once, the spokesmen and the guardians of popular rights, they had a following of hundreds and thousands of souls, who profited in the same fashion that samurai did to Daimyo, the willing service of limb and life, of body, chattels and earthly honor. Backed by a vast multitude of Raj and Impetra's working men, those born bosses, from the formidable Czech to the rampancy of the two-sworded order. In many fold ways, has Bushido filtered down from the social class where it originated, and acted as liven among the masses, furnishing a moral standard for the whole people. The precepts of knighthood, began at first as the glory of the elite, became in time an aspiration and inspiration to the nation at large, and though the populace could not attain the moral height of those loftier souls, yet Yamato Damishi, the soul of Japan, ultimately came to express the fork's geist of the island realm. If religion is no more than morality touched by emotion, as Matthew Arnold defines it, few ethical systems are better entitled to the rank of religion than Bushido. Motori has put the mute utterance of the nation into words when he sings, Isles of blessed Japan, Shudyo Yamato spirits, strangers seek to scan, say, scanting one's sunlit ear, blows the cherry wild and fair. Yes, the Sakura has for ages been the favorite of our people and the emblem of our character, mark particularly the terms of definition which the poet uses, the words, the wild cherry flowers senting the morning sun. The Yamato spirit is not a tame tender plant, but a wild, in the sense of natural, growth. It is indigenous to the soil, its accidental qualities it may share with the flowers of other lands, but in its essence it remains the original, spontaneous outgrowth of our climb. But its nativity is not its sole claim to our affection. The refinement and grace of its beauty appeal to our aesthetic sense as no other flower can. We cannot share the admiration of the Europeans for their roses, which lack the simplicity of our flower. Then, too, the thorns that are hidden beneath the sweetness of the rose, the tenacity with which she clings to life as though loth or afraid to die rather than drop untimely, preferring to rot on her stem. Her showy colors and heavy odors, all these are traits so unlike our flower, which carries no dagger or poison under its beauty, which is ever ready to depart life at the call of nature, whose colors are never gorgeous and whose light fragrance never pauls. Beauty of color and of form is limited in its showing. It is a fixed quality of existence, whereas fragrance is volatile, ethereal as the breathing of life. So in all religious ceremonies, frankincense and myrrh play a prominent part. There is something spiritual in redolence. When the delicious perfume of the sakura quickens the morning air, as the sun in its course rises to illumine first the aisles of the far east, few sensations are more serenely exhilarating than to inhale, as it were, the very breath of beautyous day. When the creator himself is pictured as making new resolutions in his heart upon smelling a sweet savor, Genesis 821, is it any wonder that the sweet-smelling season of the cherry blossom should call forth the whole nation from their little habitations? Blame them not, if for a time their limbs forget their toil and moil and their hearts their pangs and sorrows. Their brief pleasure ended, they return to their daily tasks with new strength and new resolutions. Thus in ways more than one is the sakura the flower of the nation. Is then this flower so sweet and evanescent, blown with her so ever the wind listeth, and shedding a puff of perfume ready to vanish forever? Is this flower the type of the Yamato spirit? Is the soul of Japan so frail and immortal? Or has western civilization in its march through the land already wiped out every trace of its ancient discipline? It were a sad thing if a nation's soul could die so fast. That were a poor soul that could succumb so easily to extraneous influences. The aggregate of psychological elements which constitute a national character is as tenacious as the irreducible elements of species, of the fins of fish, of the beak of the bird, of the tooth of the carnivorous animal.  Qualities or defects of character constitute the exclusive patrimony of each people. They are the firm rock which the waters must wash day by day for centuries before they can wear away even its external asperities. These are strong words and would be highly worth pondering over, provided there were qualities and defects of character which constitute the exclusive patrimony of each people. Schematizing theories of this sort had been advanced long before Le Bon began to write his book, and they were exploded long ago by Theodore Weitz and Hugh Murray. In studying the various virtues instilled by Bushido, we have drawn upon European sources for comparison and illustrations, and we have seen that no one quality of character was its exclusive patrimony. It is true, the aggregate of moral qualities presents a quite unique aspect. It is this aggregate which Amazon names a compound result into which every great force enters as an ingredient. But instead of making it, as Le Bon does, an exclusive patrimony of race or people, the Concorde philosopher calls it, an element which unites the most forcible persons of every country, makes them intelligible and agreeable to each other, and is somewhat so precise that it is at once felt if an individual lack the masonic sign. The character which Bushido stamped on our nation and on the Samurai in particular cannot be said to form an irreducible element of species, but nevertheless as to the vitality which it retains, there is no doubt. Where Bushido a mere physical force, the momentum it has gained in the last 700 years could not stop so abruptly. Where it is transmitted only by heredity, its influence must be immensely widespread. Just think, as Monsieur Chaison, a French economist, has calculated, that supposing there be three generations in a century, each of us would have in his veins the blood of at least 20 millions of the people living in the year 1000 Anno Domini. The merest peasant that grabs the soil, bowed by the weight of centuries, has in his veins the blood of ages, and this does so brother to us as much as to the ox. An unconscious and irresistible power, Bushido has been moving the nation and individuals. It was an honest confession of the race when Yoshida Shoin, one of the most brilliant pioneers of modern Japan, wrote on the eve of his execution the following stanza. Full well I knew this course must end in death. It was Yamato's spirit urged me on to dare whatever be tied. Unformulated, Bushido was, and still is, the animating spirit, the motor force of our country. Mr. Rensome says that there are three distinct Japan's in existence side by side today, the old, which has not wholly died out, the new, hardly yet born except in spirit, and the transition, passing now through its most critical throes. While this is very true in most respects and particularly as regards tangible and concrete institutions, the statement has applied to fundamental ethical notions requires some modification. For Bushido, the maker and product of old Japan, is still the guiding principle of the transition and will prove the formative force of the new era. The great statesman who steered the ship of our state through the hurricane of the restoration and the whirlpool of national rejuvenation were men who knew no other moral teaching than the precepts of knighthood. Some writers have lately tried to prove that the Christian missionaries contributed an appreciable quota to the making of New Japan. I would feign render honor to whom honor is due, but this honor can hardly be accorded to the good missionaries. More fitting it will be to their profession to stick to the scriptural injunction of preferring one another in honor than to advance a claim in which they have no proofs to back them. For myself, I believe that Christian missionaries are doing great things for Japan, in the domain of education and especially of moral education. Only the mysterious, though no the less certain working of the spirit, is still hidden in divine secrecy. Whatever they do is still of indirect effect. No, as yet, Christian missionaries have effected but little visible in molding the character of New Japan. No, it was Bushido, pure and simple, that urged us on for will or woe. Open the biographies of the makers of modern Japan, of Sakuma, of Saigo, of Okubo, of Kido, not to mention the reminiscences of living men, such as Ito, Okuma, Itagaki, etc., and you will find that it was under the impetus of samuraihood that they thought and wrought. When Mr. Henry Norman declared, after his study and observation of the Far East, that only the respect in which Japan differed from other Oriental despotisms lay in the ruling influence among her people of the strictest, loftiest and the most punctilious codes of honor that men has ever devised, he touched the main spring which has made New Japan what she is, and which will make her what she is destined to be. The transformation of Japan is a fact patent to the whole world. In a work of such magnitude, various motives naturally entered, but if one were to name the principle, one would not hesitate to name Bushido. When we opened the whole country to foreign trade, when we introduced the latest improvements in every department of life, when we began to study western politics and sciences, our guiding motive was not the development of our physical resources and the increase of wealth, much less was it a blind imitation of western customs. A close observer of Oriental institutions and peoples has written, We are told every day how Europe has influenced Japan, and forget that the change in those islands was entirely self-generated. The Europeans did not teach Japan, but that Japan of herself chose to learn from Europe methods of organization, civil and military, which have so far proved successful. She imported European mechanical science, as the Turks years before imported European artillery. That is not exactly influence, continues Mr Townsend, unless, indeed, England is influenced by purchasing tea of China. Where is the European Apostle, asks our author, or philosopher, or statesman, or agitator, who has remade Japan? Mr Townsend has well perceived that the spring of action which brought about the changes in Japan lay entirely within our own selves, and if he had only probed into our psychology, his keen powers of observation would easily have convinced him that that spring was no other than Bushido. The sense of honor which cannot bear being looked down upon as an inferior power, that was the strongest of motives. Pecuniary or industrial considerations were awakened later in the process of transformation. The influence of Bushido is still so palpable that he who runs may read. A glimpse into Japanese life will make it manifest. Read Hearn, the most eloquent and truthful interpreter of the Japanese mind, and you see the working of that mind to be an example of the working of Bushido. The universal politeness of the people, which is the legacy of nightly ways, is too well known to be repeated anew. The physical endurance, fortitude and bravery that the little jab possesses, were sufficiently proved in the China-Japanese War. Is there any nation more loyal and patriotic, is a question asked by many, and for the proud answer, there is not. We must thank the precepts of knighthood. On the other hand, it is fair to recognize that for the very faults and defects of our character, Bushido is largely responsible. Our lack of abstruse philosophy, while some of our young men have already gained international reputation in scientific researches, not one has achieved anything in philosophical lines, is traceable to the neglect of metaphysical training on the Bushido's regimen of education. Our sense of honor is responsible for our exaggerated sensitiveness and touchiness, and if there is the conceit in us with which some foreigners charge us, that too is a pathological outcome of honor. Have you seen in your tour of Japan, many a young man with unkempt hair, dressed in shabbyist garb, carrying in his hand a large cane or a book, stalking about the streets with an air of utter indifference to mundane things? He is the Shosei, student, to whom the earth is too small and the heavens are not high enough. He has his own theories of the universe and of life. He dwells in castles of air and feeds on ethereal words of wisdom.  His mind is a thirst for knowledge. Penuri is only a stimulus to drive him onward.  He is the repository of loyalty and patriotism. He is the self-imposed guardian of national honor. With all his virtues and his faults, he is the last fragment of Bushido. Debruted and powerful as is still the effect of Bushido, I have said that it is an unconscious and mute influence. The heart of the people responds, without knowing the reason why, to any appeal made to what it has inherited, and hence the same moral idea expressed in a newly translated term and in an old Bushido term, has a vastly different degree of efficacy. A backsliding Christian, whom no pastoral persuasion could help from downward tendency, was reverted from his course by an appeal made to his loyalty, the fidelity he once swore to his master. The word loyalty revived all the noble sentiments that were permitted to grow lukewarm. A band of unruly youths engaged in the long-continued students' strike in a college on account of their dissatisfaction with a certain teacher, disbanded the two simple questions put by the director. Is your professor a blameless character? If so, you ought to respect him and keep him in the school. Is he weak? If so, it is not manly to push a falling man. The scientific incapacity of the professor, which was the beginning of the trouble, dwindled into insignificance in comparison with the moral issues hinted at. By arousing the sentiments nurtured by Bushido, moral renovation of great magnitude can be accomplished. One cause of the failure of mission work is that most of the missionaries are grossly ignorant of our history. What do we care for heathen records, some say, and consequently estranged their religion from the habits of thought, we and our forefathers have been accustomed to for centuries past. Mocking a nation's history, as though the career of any people, even the lowest African savages possessing no record, were not a page in the general history of mankind, written by the hand of God himself. The very lost races are a palimpsest to be deciphered by seeing eye. To a philosophic and pious mind, the races themselves are marks of divine chirography, clearly traced in black and white as on their skin, and if this simile holds good, the yellow race forms a precious page inscribed in hieroglyphics of gold. Ignoring the past career of a people, missionaries claim that Christianity is a new religion, whereas to my mind it is an old, old story, which, if presented in intelligible words, that is to say, if expressed in the vocabulary familiar in the moral development of a people, will find easy lodgement in their hearts, irrespective of race or nationality. Christianity, in its American or English form, with more of Anglo-Saxon freaks and fancies than grace and purity of its founder, is a pure sky end to graft on Bushido stock. Should the propagator of the new faith uproot the entire stock, root and branches, and plant the seeds of the gospel on the ravaged soil, such a heroic process may be possible. In Hawaii, where it is alleged the church militant had complete success in amassing spoils of wealth itself, and in annihilating the Aboriginal race. Such a process is most decidedly impossible in Japan. Nay, it is a process which Jesus himself would never have employed in founding his kingdom on earth. It behooves us to take more to heart the following words of a saintly man, devout Christian and profound scholar. Men have divided the world into heathen and Christian, without considering how much good may have been hidden in the one, or how much evil may have been mingled with the other. They have compared the best part of themselves with the worst of their neighbors, the ideal of Christianity with the corruption of Greece or the East. They have not aimed at impartiality, but have been contented to accumulate all that could be said in praise of their own, and in dispraise of other forms of religion. Chapter 17 The Future of Bushido But, whatever may be the error committed by individuals, there is little doubt that the fundamental principle of the religion they profess is a power which we must take into account in reckoning the future of Bushido, whose days seem to be already numbered. Ominous signs are in the air that betoken its future. Not only signs, but redoubtable forces are at work to threaten it. Few historical comparisons can be more judiciously made than between the chivalry of Europe and the Bushido of Japan, and if history repeats itself, it certainly will do with the fate of the latter, what it did with that of the former. The particular and local causes for the decay of chivalry which Saint Palais gives have, of course, little application to Japanese conditions, but the larger and more general causes that helped to undermine knighthood and chivalry in and after the Middle Ages are surely working for the decline of Bushido. One remarkable difference between the experience of Europe and of Japan is that, whereas in Europe, when chivalry was weaned from feudalism and was adopted by the Church, it obtained a fresh lease of life. In Japan, no religion was large enough to nourish it. Hence, when the mother institution feudalism was gone, Bushido left an orphan had to shift for itself. The present elaborate military organization might take it under its patronage, but we know that modern warfare can afford little room for its continuous growth. Shintoism, which fostered it in its infancy, is itself superannuated. The hoary sages of ancient China are being supplanted by the intellectual parvenues of the type of Bentham and Mill. Moral theories of a comfortable kind, flattering to the chauvinistic tendencies of the time, and therefore thought well adapted to the need of this day, have been invented and propounded, but as yet, we hear only their shrill voices echoing through the columns of yellow journalism. Principalities and powers are arrayed against the precepts of knighthood. Already, as Weblen says, the decay of the ceremonial code, or, as it is otherwise called, the vulgarization of life, among the industrial classes proper, has become one of the chief enormities of latter-day civilization in the eyes of all persons of delicate sensibilities. The irresistible tide of triumphant democracy, which can tolerate no form or shape of trust, and Bushido was a trust organized by those who monopolized reserved capital of intellect and culture, fixing the grades and value of moral qualities, is alone powerful enough to engulf the remnant of Bushido. The present sociotary forces are antagonistic to petty class spirit, and chivalry is, as Freeman severely criticizes, a class spirit. Modern society, if it pretends to any unity, cannot admit purely personal obligations devised in the interests of an exclusive class. Add to this the progress of popular instruction of industrial arts and habits of wealth and city life, then we can easily see that neither the keenest cuts of samurai swords nor the sharpest shafts shot from Bushido's boldest bows can auto-veil. The state built upon the rock of honor and fortified by the same, shall we call it the Irrenstadt or, after the manner of Carlisle, the hero-archy, is fast falling into the hands of quibbling lawyers and gibbering politicians armed with logic-chopping engines of war. The words, which a great thinker used in speaking of Theresa and Antigone, may aptly be repeated of the samurai that, the medium in which their ardent deeds took shape is forever gone. Alas for nightly virtues, alas for samurai pride. Morality ushered into the world with the sound of bugles and drums, is destined to fade away as the captains and the kings depart. If history can teach us anything, the state built on martial virtues, be it a city like Sparta or an empire like Rome, can never make on earth a continuing city. Universal and natural, as is the fighting instinct in man, fruitful as it has proved to be of noble sentiments and manly virtues, it does not comprehend the whole man. Beneath the instinct to fight, there lurks a divine instinct to love. We have seen that Shintoism, Mencius and Van-Yang-Ming have all clearly taught it, but Bushido and all other militant school of ethics, engrossed doubtless with questions of immediate practical need, too often forgot duly to emphasize this fact. Life has grown larger in these latter times. Collings nobler and broader than a warrior's claim our attention today. With an enlarged view of life, with the growth of democracy, with better knowledge of other peoples and nations, the Confucian idea of Benvolens, there I also add the Buddhist idea of Pity, will expand into the Christian conception of love. Men have become more than subjects, having grown to the estate of citizens, nay, they are more than citizens, being men. Though war clouds hang heavy upon our horizon, we will believe that the wings of the angel of peace can disperse them. The history of the world confirms the prophecy that the meek shall inherit the earth. A nation that sells its birthright of peace and backslides from the front rank of industrialism into the file of filibusterism makes a poor bargain indeed. When the conditions of society are so changed that they have become not only adverse but hostile to Bushido, it is time for it to prepare for an honorable burial. It is just as difficult to point out when Chivalry dies as to determine the exact time with its inception. Dr. Miller says that Chivalry was formally abolished in the year 1559, when Henry II of France was slain in a tournament. With us, the edict formally abolishing feudalism in 1870 was the signal to toll the nail of Bushido. The edict issued two years later, prohibiting the wearing of swords, rang out the old, the unbought grace of life, the cheap defense of nations, the nurse of mainly sentiment and heroic enterprise, it rang in the new age of sophistars, economists and calculators. It has been said that Japan won her late war with China by means of Murata Ganz and Krobkennen. It has been said that victory was the work of a modern school system, but these are less than half-truths. Thus ever a piano, be it of the choicest workmanship of Irbar or Steinway, burst forth into the rhapsodies of Liszt or the Sonatas of Beethoven without a master's hand, or if Ganz win battles, why did not Louis-Napoleon beat the Prussians with his Mitrayeus or the Spaniards with their mausers the Filipinos, whose arms were not better than the old-fashioned Remington's? Needless to repeat what has grown a trite saying, that it is the spirit that quickeneth, without which the best of implements profiteth but little. The most improved guns and cannon do not shoot of their own accord, the most modern educational system does not make a coward a hero. No! What won the battles on the Yalu in Korea and Manchuria was the ghosts of our fathers guiding our hands and beating in our hearts. They are not dead, those ghosts, the spirits of our warlike ancestors. To those who have eyes to see, they are clearly visible. Scratch a Japanese of the most advanced ideas and he will show a samurai. The great inheritance of honor, of valor and of all martial virtues is, as Professor Cramp very fitly expresses it, but ours on trust, the thief inalienable of the dead and of the generation to come, and the summons of the present is to guard this heritage, nor to bathe one jot of the ancient spirit. The summons of the future will be so to widen its scope as to apply it in all walks and relations of life. It has been predicted, and predictions have been corroborated by the events of the last half-century, that the moral system of feudal Japan, like its castle and its armories, will crumble into dust, and new ethics rise Phoenix-like to lead new Japan in her path of progress. Desirable and probable as the fulfilment of such a prophecy is, we must not forget that a Phoenix rises only from its own ashes, and that it is not a bird of passage, neither does it fly on pinions borrowed from other birds. The kingdom of God is within you. It does not come rolling down the mountains, however lofty, it does not come sailing across the seas, however broad. God has granted, says the Quran, to every people a prophet in its own tongue. The seeds of the kingdom is vouched for and apprehended by the Japanese mind, blossomed in Bushido. Now its days are closing, sad to say before its proliferation, and we turn in every direction for other sources of sweetness and light, of strength and comfort, but among them there is as yet nothing found to take its place. The prophet and lost philosophy of utilitarians and materialists finds favour among logic choppers with half a soul. The only other ethical system which is powerful enough to cope with utilitarianism and materialism is Christianity, in comparison with which Bushido it must be confessed, is like a dimly burning wick, which the Messiah was proclaimed not to quench, but to fan into a flame. Like his Hebrew precursors, the prophets, notably Isaiah, Jeremiah, Amos and Habakkuk, Bushido laid particular stress on the moral conduct of rulers and public man and of nations, whereas the ethics of Christ, which deal almost solely with individuals and his personal followers, will find more and more practical application as individualism in its capacity of a moral factor grows in potency. The domineering self-assertive, so-called master morality of Nietzsche, itself akin in some respects to Bushido is, if I am not greatly mistaken, a passing phase or temporary reaction against what he terms by morbid distortion, the humbled self-denying slave morality of the Nazarene. Christianity and materialism, including utilitarianism, or will the future reduce them to still more archaic forms of Hebraism and Hellenism, will divide the world between them. Lesser systems of morals will ally themselves on either side for their preservation, on which side will Bushido enlist. Having no set dogma or formula to defend, it can afford to disappear as an entity. Like the cherry blossom, it is willing to die at the first gust of the morning breeze. But a total extinction will never be its lot. Who can say that stoicism is dead? It is dead as a system, but it is alive as a virtue. Its energy and vitality are still felt through many channels of life, in the philosophy of western nations, in the jurisprudence of all the civilized world. Nay, wherever man struggles to raise himself above himself, wherever his spirit masters his flesh by his own exertions, there we see the immortal discipline of Zeno at work. Bushido as an independent code of ethics may vanish, but its power will not perish from the earth. Its schools of martial prowess or civic honor may be demolished, but its light and its glory will long survive their ruins. Like its symbolic flower, after it is blown to the four winds, it will still bless mankind with the perfume with which it will enrich life. Ages after, when its customers shall have been buried and its very name forgotten, its odors will come floating in the air as from a far off unseen hill, the wayside gaze beyond. Then in the beautiful language of the Quaker poet, the traveler owns the grateful sense of sweetness near he knows not whence, and pausing takes with forehead bear the benediction of the air.


Hello there. My name is Wendy Riggs and I am excited to welcome you to Human Anatomy. This is our first video lecture for the semester for this course. And before I forget, I'm re-recording all the anatomy videos for this semester. And I just wanted to throw out there that the textbook I'm using for images for these videos is the OpenStacks Anatomy and Physiology Textbook. This is a free and creative commons licensed textbook. You can access it, like anyone can access it anywhere for free. Here's the web address up here. If you just search OpenStacks Anatomy and Physiology, you can come up against this thing. We purchase a hard copy of this textbook for a relatively inexpensive amount of money. But because it's all open and free and licensed with a creative commons copyright, I'm going to use those images because I'm able to put those onto YouTube and not worry about copyright infringement. Okay, so I'm going to tell you in this little clip why Human Anatomy is an awesome class. First of all, I think Human Anatomy is awesome because it's really hard. And I think when things are challenging, we're more engaged with them and it's kind of fun. It's kind of fun to be challenged. It's not fun to be overwhelmed and you will spend a lot of this semester sort of walking that line between challenge and overwhelmed. That's not a word. That feeling of overwhelmed like, ah, dear in the headlights, where do I go from here? It's not going to be an unfamiliar feeling for all of your courses where you're headed. If you're going into a nursing program or a PA program, physical therapy, med school, wherever you're headed, most of you are headed into some sort of healthcare field. And the fact is that you're going to be challenged and overwhelmed. This course will give you strategies and confidence that you can do it. And if you buckle down, I will have lots of pep talks and help so that you can do that. This class is also super awesome because it's relevant. If you're going into healthcare, understanding and being able to talk about the human body is critical, right? You need to know the names of the structures. If you're going to try and diagnose what's going wrong or treat what's going wrong or help people maintain health. So hopefully you will find that, yeah, you're into this class and if you're not into this class, if you look at it and you're like, ah, this is horrible.  You probably should seriously consider doing something else with your life because healthcare is this. Because you are going to be overwhelmed with the class and because it matters, like your true learning of this content matters for what you're going to do with your life, the opportunity to figure out how you learn best and to fine tune your study strategies, because it's gold. This class is gold because you're going to come out of it knowing how you best get information to stick into your brain. So today, today's lecture, we're going to be looking at some themes in anatomy, themes that we're literally going to be seeing every single day in this class and we're also going to introduce some terminology. You will feel overwhelmed by the content that I'm going to present to you today and I'm going to tell you a little hopeful thing and that is that you'll feel overwhelmed by this content today, but in six lectures time, when we have our first exam, you're going to look back at this content and you're going to be like, I don't even need to study it. I know that information from the first day and I can talk about it and I don't even need to spend any time studying it and that is I'm just pointing to the relevance of today's content and the fact that it's worth taking the time to make sure that today's material goes in your brain and is sticking in there. Super fun, super excited. Let's get started talking about the themes that we'll have in this course.