Torii Gates

As Will Ferguson touched on in his note on the Shinto religion, the Japanese mark the entrances to their holy sites with big, red, pi-looking things called Torii Gates. When one crosses the threshold of the gate, he knows that he’s stepping into the territory of a particular spirit or deity. Initially, I wondered if the sacredness might not be artificial when these bright red structures are slapped up in front of small shrines to worship river gods or spirits of the forest. I pictured them as somewhat overdramatic “DEITY APPROVED!” stamps, where the holiness of the site was derived from the Tori Gate alone, and without it there would be little of any great import to that particular place.

But in my recent trip out west to BC, I feel like I came upon some understanding of the Torii Gate. Ironic, that: coming to understand Torii Gates in Canada. Regardless, as I was rambling through the woods and up the sides of mountains, I would often chance upon things that looked remarkably like the Gates. It would be two trees of roughly the same size, growing more or less abreast with an arm span between them. The worn paths we were following would run between them, beneath boughs that swept together like a truss over our heads, and often I wondered if, perhaps, a coyote lay concealed in the brush to one side, and a cougar in the brush on the other: the north american ahh and nn.

On the sparsely forested upper slopes of Blackcomb, I caught one natural gate that split light and dark at the edge of a stand of stunted trees. As we were passing back through it from the lakeside loop, I felt I should pay tribute in some way for the beauty we’d witnessed behind us.

Along the black, rocky shores of Ucluelet on Vancouver Island’s west coast, I came upon another natural gate that opened up on a seaside lookout. The grey, ocean-tossed view beyond of the Broken Group of islands and the area once known as the Graveyard of the Pacific inspired a reverence in me and lent a degree of proof to the idea that the trees with out-swept boughs we had just past through were meant to mark this place.

So perhaps I was wrong at my initial thought: that Torii Gates are divine salience artificially foisted upon the inane—a roadside attraction plopped down in an unimportant stretch of land to lend it import. Perhaps the idea and the design of the Torii Gates was once inspired by natural thresholds between the quotidian and the magnificent. And now, when these gates are built by man, they are just a frame, erected in front of a particularly special stretch of nature where someone was once inspired and they thought that you might be, too. The Gates are a “hey! Lookit that!” to pull us out of the hectic pace of our lives momentarily and cause us to take the time to really see something and catch the wonder in it.