3,776.12

Nestled in the abyss under the wild blue sky stands the peak of Mount Fuji at 3,776.12 meters.
It dons a mantle of eternal light in the spaces between infinity and a single moment,
between quietude and clamor. It wears a multitude of expressions and luster.
The pure sky sparkles blue, the twilight burns red, and a beam of light pierces the pitch black and cold,
pure white silence. Are these eternal tales, or single moments of poetry?

I ask the question before the figure of Fuji. It answers not with words but addresses me with its very presence.
I take it in, and wander in my own inner world. It’s an adventure.
Conversing with the unknown, a reunion with oneself. Like grasping for a fragment of an answer,
each and every emotion—scenery that cannot be described in words, a pull that cannot be explained,
abstract beauty that cannot be touched—are sealed in a moment of light and shadow.

Each moment is bound within eternity. Fuji is a massive lifeform that we continue to gaze upon.
From ancient times to the future, it addresses us endlessly across time.
Its existence holds meaning beyond the numbers that represent its heights.

3,776.12 is not simply elevation.
It is a symbol of where life, time, history, substance, and the spirit converge.

I hope that this new view of Fuji inscribes itself on your heart.