A person considering a visit to this Garden will hate the very idea. This Garden is the very embodiment of panic. No one who approaches this Garden and actually arrives ever comes back.

 

The visitor walking in this Garden will not experience tranquility. The visitor standing in this Garden will not be serene. The visitor sitting in this Garden will not be composed. The visitor walking in this Garden will not understand moderation. The visitor standing in this Garden will not be quiescent. The visitor sitting in this Garden will not be calmed. In this Garden there is no peace. The only harmony evoked by this Garden is the absolute harmony of “Nothing”.

 

In this Garden the visitors’ sense of self is vaporized without a trace. In whatever way the visitor may once have experienced their identity, in this Garden the very idea of this identity seems funny; funny ha-ha, absurd.

 

The progression is circular. The action turns back on itself. The visitor experiences the Garden yes, but this Garden also experiences the visitor. This Garden observes the visitor.

 

In creating Temples and Gardens; in creating Ruins and Wilderness; our aim is to create concrete models of sitting and counting the breath. Our Temples and Gardens must indicate and express…………………………………”Nothing”.