Nippon, Nihon, however one pronounces it the kanji stays the same. Land of the Rising Sun. When foreigners first arrived on our shores so long ago, they called it Japan. We tried to correct them at first, but their collective grasp of language nuance was never great. The name stuck. The rich tapestry of our history stretches back and back into the centuries, and over them all the sun has risen grandly over the horizon.
The times... well we have changed drastically. Tragedy shaped us. Loss shaped us. We have seen many hard times, from bloody shores, to entire cities leveled. We have fought to change beyond darker times. Fierce pride demanded that we would always rise.
We have carved out a niche for ourselves in this modern world. Tokyo now buzzes with light and activity like never before. Tourists flock to see the majestic Mount Fuji, and get the slightest taste of our new unique culture under the cherry blossoms of spring. People all over the world consume our technology, media, and fashion. But we are more than the stereotypes, the snapshots of impressions our land gives. We are the overworked business woman inhaling coffee, the man running for a train, the kids laughing as they escape school for the summer. Beyond simple descriptions that always lack the essence of a nation. Beyond this failing description.