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daishi-esque dude                                 Obviously there will be more thoughts from Koya-san but right now I am too confused to say much about this finished feeling – its been anticipated for a while after my reaching the end began to seem inevitable and I think the depths of humility and gratitude I was taught by my priestly companion in what became the chilly room at 88 is the major thing to take from the experience. He was suitably the pinnacle of Daishi-ness that I encountered with his self-made staff and full-on begging lifestyle. Watching him struggle to find words to explain the world in a way I might understand in the dim light of his headlamp is a memory I will be sure to cherish, so as to always think about him as I do now – stood somewhere, head bowed in deference to the world, being the reason it allows him to exist, pure compassion.