Security and changelessness are fabricated by the ego-dominated mind and do not exist in nature. To accept insecurity and commit oneself to the unknown creates a relaxing faith in the universe.
At the end of an arduous eight-month journey Basho wrote (with surprise?):
At the journey's end:
A late autumn eve.
Shiba experienced an existential joy in a cheerless situation:
Waking, alive again,
In this gray world of winter rain.
Shiki and his friend, lost in the fog, just kept on rowing:
Into fog, through the fog
We rowed. Then:
The wide sea--so blue, so bright!