My Rebirth Part II

As I further observed this dazzling manmade environment I began to notice so many other aspects that captured my interest. One of these was of the order and structure of the Japanese traffic system. I always seemed to find myself on a nice paved sidewalk, whether in a rural or urban setting. I saw that the bicycle and automobile users were always very aware of one another’s presence, never once even coming close to contact. Here in America, people are very unaware as they drive, with their absence of using turning signals, and only driving half way on the road or sometimes on the wrong side of the road. The thought of bicycles being used in American traffic systems as they are in Japan is a very scary thought due to many Americans just not paying attention as they drive. The crosswalks were safely and effectively allowing the bike users and pedestrians to cross, with nice, clear lights and signals that always worked properly, even if there had been construction or storm damage previously. It is like chaos in America when construction is taking place in the city or if there has been storm damage, with the poor traffic conductors and defective or absent traffic signals. The trains of this country were also very ordered and structured and were always on time. “Trains, what trains!” Here in America there are not any national public transportation systems that allow the people to travel across the country by train. This is a very convenient means of transportation in Japan, but if America had such a system, it would not be nearly as convenient with the common poor order and structure of American transportation. There would be all kinds of delays, and absence of employees that were supposed to be operating the trains and trains stations, like that at the airports here in America; it is pathetic. Not once did a train arrive one minute later than the posted time, or was there never ending construction that took place here, like in that of America. If there was a job to be done, it was done, and not milked out until the last minute. This was true order and effective execution of structure here in Japan.

This was true order and effective execution of structure here in Japan. This next aspect might seem somewhat odd, but they were always very clean, well structured, and very original. Each and every commode was very clean and offered many sanitizers that could be applied to it, contained buttons for cleaning after one had finished, and was equipped with heated seats. Some places even had motion sensors that opened, closed, and flushed the commode during use, using one third the water of American toilets. I still kept questioning how this was all possible, and kept stammering my way around this very unique place of Japan. I often found myself in the more urban setting of this society, being exposed to the great architect here. I was not surprised to the least when I saw that all of the buildings here had structure, beauty, and originality. These urban settings overflowing with beautiful signs, with the vast electrical lines feeding them power to display this great beauty of light. These electrical lines were responsible for sending vital charges into my heart; charges that started my existence. These signs were exhibiting so many compliments to these buildings and I always found myself gazing up at the signs with awe. A great aspect that I favored greatly here was to the amount of shops and that existed. These showed some of the world’s best clothing, and produced a great fragrance of food being prepared. The smell of the noodle, fresh bakery, and grilled chicken shops along with the endless arcade shopping streets was a place very easy to get lost in time with. This was so refreshing to all of my senses. Finally I was in a place that was not owned by a corporation that had bought all these great places that used to exist in America. I also noted that the people in this environment all appeared very structured in appearance and work ethics. Workers all wearing a neat uniform of the corporation or company they worked for, and students wearing their school uniform of the school that they belonged to. All these people seemed proud to wear these uniforms as to the conversation one could hear being discussed about them. They were representing who and what they were, still keeping in place their individualism that cannot be appreciated by the American perspective to the degree it is in Japan. It is a common sight in America to witness employees wearing their uniforms incorrectly, with their pants sagging down and oversized t-shirts that are not even tucked in. Sometimes you will find that they are not wearing a uniform at all.

To be continued...