Clouds slowly drift by. Refreshing breezes brush against the cheeks. Gentle sun rays. Slow passage of time. Moments when you appreciate all that exists.
Mind becomes blank.
My existence becomes only that of the Eyes, Ears, Scents and Skin. Tedium that never bored. If you can let yourself be, listening to the notes of the Koto flowing from the speakers, then time is yours, in the world that is all your own. By the time of the Middle Ages, koto was being played at the court either together with other ancient court instruments or on its own as it developed into a solo instrument. And it was soon being introduced to the general public.