Autism, mutism, selective mutism, incommunicado, as Arundhati Roy's words, 'deliberately silenced' are what I want to learn about, my sort of passion. Whatever is related with some form of defect in expressing oneself or lacking its means, other words 'lackadaisical', 'indisposed', 'discomposed', are my curiosity, for lacking a means of expression costs for a thinking being. From this piece, I think we Tibetans have much to learn, our struggle through the highly ambivalent, sensitive world of now, so much concerned about one's fleeting pleasures, not only for the political struggle of ours but for our cultural ones like preserving our mother-tongue and calmness defined by being mindful of something so transcendental. She, Greta Thunberg, could be said as ཕུལ་བྱུང་མི་སྣ་, one with a tangential way of expressing oneself. And doesn't it define ourselves?
For the struggle itself, Climate Change, it's nothing other than a complex precept, one's control over oneself, like a choice, despite being so exigent, to care it or not, this suspending life-supporting orb of ours, our home. Yes, complex, for it's related with home-planning or population control by being wise by each individual, with self-command over one's needs or greed, with individual responsibility on a daily basis, with enforcement of lasting legal force over this seemingly eternal consumerism drive. It's, in essence, nothing other than revoking each one's innate altruism or summum bonum the mindfulness of which is the question, really tough, like asking a junkie not to take to this self-destroying habit, like pinioning our core from being ambivalent.
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