In autumn 2002, I traveled alone to Yakushima. In Shiratani Kurosui gorge where heavy rain and sunny weather alternately visit, the giant trees living for thousands of years were entwined relentlessly in other trees, seemingly desperately aiming for gaps in the dark woods that covered. This tremendous survival competition has been continued since ancient times, so the power of life is amazing. But when the air is warm, wrapped in the breath of small trees and flowers under growth under the big trees, I feel as if I were in the womb.