Yesterday morning I published the following chapter, and today I have awakened to a morning in which I will once again hear the performance of a genius female violinist.
The program—Beethoven, Bach, Enesco, and Wieniawski—already reveals the extraordinary level of artistry required: technique, spirituality, architectural command, color, and brilliance.
I slept deeply and woke to a morning worthy of such music.
Moreover, the concert hall is only eighteen minutes away from my home by taxi.
That such halls exist throughout Japan is itself proof of the nation’s exceptionally high cultural standard and civic refinement.
At the same time, Japan also remains burdened by pseudo-moralists, left-wing infantilists, and old-media figures who stay silent about obvious wrongdoing while continuing to denigrate the country.
This is a reflection on Japan’s musical greatness, its cultural inheritance, and the contradictions of the society that sustains it.

2026-03-19
Yesterday morning, I published the following chapter.
Today, I will, without the slightest doubt, once again hear the performance of a genius female violinist.
I have welcomed a morning worthy of hearing the following program.
I slept soundly as well.
Beethoven’s Violin Sonata No. 3.
The Chaconne from Bach’s Partita No. 2 for Solo Violin.
Enesco’s Violin Sonata No. 2.
And Wieniawski’s Polonaise Brillante No. 2.
Moreover, the concert hall where this recital is being held is only eighteen minutes away from my home by taxi.
Such concert halls exist throughout Japan.
In this respect as well, Japan is a nation of the highest civic refinement in the world.
The pseudo-moralists and left-wing infantilists, who are capable of nothing but labeling others, will no doubt spit out phrases such as “wasteful box-building administration” in order to attack the government and denigrate Japan.
The people who make their living in the old media without uttering even a single word of criticism toward the obvious criminal conduct of Doshisha International High School.
It is they who should be called “traitors to the nation” or “sellouts.”
And yet, in the sense that such people are given Japan’s highest-level salaries and guaranteed a lifetime of security through what is in effect a tax called the viewing fee, this country is, in that respect, of the lowest civic standard in the history of advanced nations.

Yesterday morning, I published the following chapter.
In Japan, in every instrument, there exist young genius-level classical performers like stars scattered across the heavens.
As for the reason, it is exactly as I have stated many times before.
The fact that so many of them are women in particular is because they are Japanese, descendants of Murasaki Shikibu, Sei Shōnagon, and the like.
Moreover, the very practice of cultivating refinement through lessons was itself Japan’s tradition, and Japan’s daily life itself.
Tomorrow, I will, without fail, once again hear the performance of a genius female violinist.
The moment one sees the program, it is perfectly obvious that she is a genius violinist.
Beethoven’s Violin Sonata No. 3.
The Chaconne from Bach’s Partita No. 2 for Solo Violin.
Enesco’s Violin Sonata No. 2.
And Wieniawski’s Polonaise Brillante No. 2.
This sequence itself tells us that such a program could never stand unless the performer possessed technique, spirituality, architectural power, a sense of color, and brilliance all at once.
In order to take photographs worthy of the musical world of that program, I visited the Kyoto Imperial Palace yesterday.
But the time I spent photographing there turned out, for me, to be time that cost me dearly.
Come to think of it, during my recent trip to Tokyo as well, no fewer than three unbelievable incidents occurred.
There was a time when I placed, as an inserted advertisement, an opinion piece in every Nikkei-subscribing household in Osaka Prefecture, and for Osaka it was truly an epoch-making statement.
It is also an undeniable fact that this opinion advertisement helped bring about the birth of the Osaka Restoration Association.
At the same time, as a result of that matter, I was contacted by a person who had once served as chairman of the LDP National Conference, and from then on we came to associate as close acquaintances.
In terms of age as well, he was a great senior to me.
At one point, he said this to me.
“You are a great company president, so you must not move alone.
Just look at the Prime Minister.
He never moves alone, does he…”
With the exception of only a brief period, I never even kept a secretary.
But now I keenly feel that I need one.
The three unbelievable incidents that occurred during my recent trip to Tokyo were, in the end, things that happened precisely because I had no secretary.
As I have already written, I have described myself in this column as a living Kūkai, a living Nobunaga.
Those who think deeply, those whose powers of concentration are extraordinary, often forget things.
It is like the anecdote in which Shigeo Nagashima, while wearing two socks on one foot, said that he had no socks.

If there is any reader of this column who would like to lend me strength as my secretary, please contact me.
As for conditions, I would like to discuss them on the basis of mutual trust.
Please contact me at bunmei2026@gmail.com.