As recommended, I contemplated life with two beautiful bowls of soba at Arashiyama Yoshimura. One was of strands in warm, tangy stock and all the fungi and ferns off the forest floor. The second, was springy and cold in a delicate soy dip. Nothing goes to waste -- at the end of the meal, a small jug of warm gruel-like water is presented, to be added to the dip and drunk. Life looks really good from here.