Kenzaburo Oe - Somersault

The church I am organizing is for people just like yourself "And that's how I became a member of Patron's church. This might sound too simple, almost melodramatic, but from the moment I laid eyes on Patron I wanted to follow him. Patron encouraged me, so I joined his church.

This doesn't mean I was confident I'd truly awakened and become a repen- tant person. Once I had a chance to mull it over by myself I came to the con- clusion that there is a huge gap separating an awakened person from a penitent one, and you have to leap across it. I'd been so thoroughly steeped in the no- tion that my body and other people's bodies were polluted that what Patron had said about the connection between this and my suffering struck me as entirely reasonable.

"Deep down a person knows that human beings are fallen creatures in a fallen world. In this sense he is an awakened person. But that doesn't mean he's necessarily repentant. So this was the goal I set for myself after I joined the church: to focus my activities in the church on making that leap from being awakened to being truly repentant.

"I set out with this resolution in mind, and from the time I worked with Guide to help set up the Izu workshop and began living with my young col- leagues, I realized that all of them, too, were at the same stage-ready to make that leap. From the start it was clear this was their intention, but, being young and full of energy, their focus started to change.

"Awaiting the end time and transforming oneself from an awakened person to a repentant one is no easy task, but is that really all one should do?

Shouldn't we go beyond that and actually help bring about the end of the world? Isn't that what's necessary to make the great leap? And didn't Patron and Guide entrust my young colleagues with the Izu Research Center in hopes that they would do exactly this-come up with a plan to bring about Arma- geddon? All it took was someone to put it into words, and this became the radical faction's point of departure."

Dr. Koga stopped speaking and squinted at the sun shining on the sea outside the train window; he sat on the sea side of the train and Kizu on the mountain side, each of them occupying two seats, with the aisle between them.

When he spoke next, his manner had the practiced solicitude of someone in a position of responsibility.

"It might sound like the Izu Institute was a hotbed of political debate, but in the beginning it wasn't. Actually, we were far less radical than some other groups within the church, at least as far as our stance on Patron's teachings was concerned. The criticism of the radical faction by the media was off the mark.

It wasn't just that grad students in the sciences were drawn by the generous funding and facilities-that's clear enough from the pamphlet you just read, right?-but that each researcher also thought deeply about his own faith.

"At a certain point the researchers suddenly forged ahead, shoring up their faith, and in the process became more politicized. They began debating how not just the research institute but the entire church could be reinvigo- rated, and what actions they had to take in society at large. We created a task force to investigate this, with some remarkable developments.

"Even if you don't know the whole process, I'm sure you've read and heard in the media about how it all ended up. From out of the talented young research group, a politically radical group ballooned up with uncanny swiftness. For the most part this was done in a democratic manner, though since I was one of the leaders I guess it might seem irresponsible of me to put it that way.

"Anyhow, during the past ten years I've reflected on my own role, and I've come to the conclusion that I'm not a religious activist or political orga- nizer, merely a doctor. Now that I'm rejoining Patron, my main job will be running a clinic and overseeing the health of my former colleagues. And ot course I'm very happy to be able to take on your case as well, Professor Kizu."

Outside the train window the flat calm sea spread out. Not a single fish- ing boat was visible. The sun was hidden behind a thin layer of clouds, the whole sea was gray tinged with brown, thoroughly diffused with a pale light.

Dr. Koga sat there silently, lost in thought, the peaceful expression on his face in harmony with the placid scene outside.

Three rows away, Ikuo and Mr. Hanawa sat talking, also across the aisle from each other. Their topic of conversation was the thin little foreign book Mr. Hanawa had been reading, except for when he was napping, ever since they left Tokyo. Before long Ikuo spread out on the small table he'd pulled out beside his seat the paper that had been wrapped around his boxed lunch and, with a pencil Mr. Hanawa passed him, began scribbling formulas.

Mr. Hanawa was nearly ten years his senior, so Ikuo toned down his usual rough, aggressive way of talking and treated him with the respect due a teacher.

Dr. Koga was also watching the two of them and turned a faint smile of admiration toward Kizu. Filled with pride, Kizu returned the smile.

"Up to a certain point," Dr. Koga said, his smile changing to a wry one, "our Izu workshop was a laid-back, intellectually stimulating place. Look- ing at the two of them lost in their calculations, you can tell we've got two spirited personalities on our hands. Makes me wonder what will happen when all that comes to the surface."

"So these young people with their idiosyncrasies, then," Kizu said, "will be linking up with Patron, whom they're no match for. And here I am with my hopeless-though fortunately not contagious-illness am about to join them. I'm trying to imagine what will come of it all."

"It certainly won't be boring, you can be sure of that!" Dr. Koga said, his eyes flashing with the message that he, too, was someone to be reckoned with.

Ogi and Dancer had preceded everyone else to the site in Shikoku where the new church was to be established. There they held talks with the people on-site who had been taking care of the buildings and handling visitors; these meetings included a woman from an old established family in the area, the head of the Fushoku temple-a Soto Zen sect-plus a representative of the Kansai headquarters who had been instrumental in keeping the church run- ning as a religious corporation after the Somersault.

Ogi had been in charge of laying the groundwork for the move, so this wasn't his first time in the place. Still, when he saw Dancer's surprised reac- tion to the scale and beauty of the chapel and the building the locals called the monastery, he was amazed all over again that such buildings, together with the large artificial lake they surrounded, had been provided for Patron's new church.

With Patron and Guide's Somersault, for all practical purposes the church's activities in Tokyo and the surrounding areas had come to a grind- ing halt. The Kansai headquarters alone continued its public activities, albeit on a reduced scale; meanwhile, the solidarity of their members had only grown stronger. Their leader was a Mr. Soda, from one of the leading general con- tracting firms in Shikoku and Kyushu. This conscientious late-forties man, accompanied by his hard-working personal secretary, had now come to the backwoods of Shikoku to attend the meetings.

Mr. Soda's secretary first passed out documents related to issues between the church and local authorities, as well as specific improvements that needed to be made to the facilities before the church moved in en masse, with Mr. Soda giving a short explanation to clarify the documents. He and his sec- retary could only stay for half the first day of the talks, having to attend a cer- emony marking the completion of a JR train station in Kyushu.