In loving memory of finding myself as a slacker yet enthusiastic

Shantideva's evergreen page-turner

In a split-second, so infinitesimally, way of leaving behind whatever we experience, despite having no such a concrete ground as to point out to as now, the present one, the nastiest quivering thread of the dream is our means of communication, the complex system and its representation through our language, especially in printed words, that outlives everything... Just with the help of it, despite being our own projections at last, we can connect to him and her, and to the lord who has left behind that many words, yes, so altruistic. Namo Gautam Buddha!