There are always "something" between "before" and "after." "Something" is often not seen nor untold, but thanks to many "something", everything is living.
How much can we realize "something"?
This is what I want to talk about.
I'd like to thank uncle Kuni, uncle Joe and uncle Shuji for working so hard to clean the temple yard for a day. I'm not thanking my son at this time, but I will thank him if he continues to help for the temple.