that crack

The Japanese are a people who have managed to retain, right into the latter half of the dehumanized 20th century, a very human, even primitive quality: their innocence.

While this does not prevent great subtlety and a degree of sophistication, this mighty innocence – one that the Japanese share with those the white man elsewhere call natives – rests upon an uncompromising acceptance of the world as it is.

The innocent does not look for reasons behind reasons.

He, secure in the animal nature that all of us have and only half of us admit, is able to see that all reality is what the West finds merely ostensible reality. Reality is skin deep because there is only skin. The ostensible is the truth.

There is no crack between the mask and the face because the mask is the only face anyone ever has – that crack, which contains irony and wit, as well as cynicism, does not exist. 

(Donald Richie, Lateral View