I’m in the middle of the Sea of Fertility Tetralogy so I thought I’d celebrate with a post. Naturally the title itself has a certain historical irony. When Yukio Mishima tried to wake his country from its slumber it rolled over gave his bloody corpse a pat on the back went back to sleep and forgot to reacquaint itself with its wife. Japan right now is very much the opposite of the Sea of Fertility. It is the island of afertility. It hasn’t even gone through the motions enough to demonstrate real infertility. I suspect this is the result of a spiritual death of an eccentric nation occupied by a strange insidious foreign religion. Fortunately, for them they have failed to understand some of the most suicidal aspects of high democratic theory…maybe something was lost in translation? Is green a central concept of high progressive theology, or maybe the ability to pronounce r’s?