Of course not, you say. They're made of flipping stone, idiot.
That may be true, but they've been sitting out there for a while.
Since 1331 to be exact.
These guys reside a couple miles up the road from my home in Matsumoto, Japan. They sit on a terraced, 8-foot-high stone thing. They have this peaceful, Zen thing going on.
I ain't buying it.
Still, living in a place that was established at the same time the Bubonic Plague was running rampant across much of the civilized world is pretty damn cool. I'll take a wild guess and say that these guys haven't been here quite that long but I bet they were here a long time before I ever showed up - and will be around long after I am gone, and possibly almost until the time I am forgotten.
Toku-un-ji sits in a quiet place, along a road that runs up into the mountains of eastern Nagano. Only one other person appeared while I wandered the modest grounds. He didn't seem as taken with the place - or the age of the place - as I was.
I can't adequately relate how it feels to walk in an ancient place. But I can show you a few pictures.