“[F]or the man who really loves mountains, there is something of a similar sensation remnant in his recollections of the hills he has climbed.
“Sometimes the mountain is not much more than that – a happy hill smiling in the sun – mere child’s play so far as height and hardship are concerned. And sometimes it is a majestic mass austerely refusing the ambitious climber the satisfaction of an ascent. Or again, it is a mountain which offers nothing but uneventful peace – an even monotony unbroken by the excitement of wind or storm.
“… There is literally a mountain of benefits to be gained from mountains – however simple the statement may seem on the surface. Mountains are books, music, art to the mind that knows them.”
– “Musings of a Mountaineer”, by Kihachi Ozaki, Travel in Japan, Vol. 6, No. 1, 1941
“Nichiren pointed, ‘Do you see that great peak to the north? It is called Shiro-uma-yama. White Horse Peak.
“In winter it takes on an equine shape, but that is not how it got its name. Early in May, the snows along its slope retreat, leaving what the farmers seem below see as a horse-shaped patch of rock. Each year, when they see this natural seasonal clock, they know, it is time to plant their rice.
“‘Long ago, they gave it the name Mountain of the Paddy Horse. You may not know that shiro has associated with it two kamji. One is ‘paddy field,’ the other ‘white.’
“‘Some clerk somewhere long ago made a mistake, and so we call it by a name it was never meant to have.'”
– Jian, by Eric Van Lustbader, 2017