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I have no intention of climbing Fuji and accounting for myself, to God or to anything else.

If the deities have any questions they can come down from Fuji and ask me.

I find a place of twisted pines along the Tokaido, and I halt to view Fuji through them.

I am very weary, but I want to see Fuji emerge from the fog which has risen.

The hells beneath, the heavens above, Fuji between-way station, stopover, terminal.

It is difficult to locate a bridge approachable from an angle proper to simulate the view of Fuji beneath it, in the print.

Now it seems as if Fuji supports the bridge and without his presence it will be broken like Bifrost, preventing the demons of the past from attacking our present Asgard-or perhaps the demons of the future from storming our ancient Asgard.

In the meantime I drink this moment with a deep draught of salty air, telling myself that the ocean is the ocean, the fisherman is a fisherman, and Fuji is only a mountain.

The rest of the day, as I journeyed here, to the foot of Fuji, I felt surprisingly well.

As Fuji grows before me the man glances in our direction, hands something to the others, then turns and ambles away.

I am in the area and Fuji properly situated, but the torii must be long gone and I have no way of knowing whether there is a sunken temple out there.

The sky is indeed overcast but there is no wind, Fuji is darker, more clearly delineated than in the print, there are no struggling pedestrians in sight.

I have reached my tenth station and I still do not know whether Fuji is giving me strength or taking it from me.

The print shows a big cryptameria tree, Fuji looming behind it, crowned with smoke.

The fields look like raked sand, the hills like rocks, Fuji a boulder.