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Pritchard Amps: Sword of Satori

I’m not an Akira Kurosawa scholar, but I played one for about a year in college, long enough to know what satori means. The Japanese film luminary allowed damn near every one of his protagonists the experience: a moment of revelation when all the voices in your head quit playing Rashomon for just a second and shut up to let reason speak clearly and change the way you think forever.

And I’m no Sanshiro Sugata, but I reckon any Eastern sage would sermonize into infinity that a true satori is achieved only through the self-from hours of lonesome contemplation spent while stuck inside a lotus pond, for example.

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