It is a grey autumn afternoon in southern Japan. In a small locality, which can only be reached with difficulty by slow train, there is a monastery that teaches the art of Kyūdō, traditional Japanese archery. During the introduction the teacher lists the rules. The right breathing, the right stance, the right letting-go. There are instructions for everything, and they cannot be learnt in this brief introduction. But every rule is told with such a poetic visual language that it’s fun to listen. “The release of the bowstring is like rain suddenly pouring down on a little village,” he explains to the students. There are many Europeans and Americans visiting to receive instruction in the philosophy and art of archery. An art that has nothing more to do with the martial techniques of the past, but instead offers a path towards absolute freedom of thought.