“Some legends of the great period of incense-luxury should be cited – such as the story of Sué Owari-no-Kami, who built for himself a palace of incense woods, and set fire to it on the night of his revolt, when the smoke of its burning perfumed the land to a distance of twelve miles.”
“In his Hundred Writings (Hyaku tsu kiri kami), the Shinshu priest Myoden says, quoting from the Buddhist work Kujikkajo, or Ninety Articles, ‘In the burning of incense we see that so long as any incense remains, so long does the burning continue and the smoke mount skyward. Now the breath of this body of ours, this impermanent combination of Earth, Water, Air and Fire, is like that smoke. And the changing of the incense into cold ashes when the flame expires is an emblem of the changing of our bodies into ashes when our funeral pyres have burnt themselves out.’ ”
— Two excerpts from “Incense,” a chapter in In Ghostly Japan (1905) by Lafcadio Hearn (1850-1904)