Dear America

"Laughter is easier, minute by minute, spilled with prodigality, tipped out a cheerful word." The Great Gatsby

The best remedy of 'depression' is, I think, dear America, to orientate yourself toward being familiar with the fleetingness of every worldly pleasurable experience, and thereby to the dreaminess of every glitter and glamour that we covet for... Namely, to be able to have the guts to observe to the quantum level of anything observable. All you have to be able to do is to be able to see the nature of a bygone such an experience, like of something from yesterday, maybe more shocking as of being so close in proximity... Dear, you're special yourself, for you can see it. And, yes, to be able to try to look at the experience itself when in the middle of something pleasurable or not. 

Tibet: the legacy of the land of snows

Despite our internal strife of any, be it sectarian or regional, that we tend to take rather lightly as in need, for there is no reliable lair for such narrow sense of protection, given the stark realities before our eyes, our position as the stellar model of a civilisation followed by many should be maintained, now scientifically... Then take care of a single word that comes out of your mouth, not to be such of someone parroting, of a charlatan, if not of a dilettante. A single word that weighs can be found by a one with such genius who takes cares of what he says. Are we really holding the same mantle yet?