When I leave, I want to let go of everything and that with a sound preparation in advance

When I leave and let go of, I do so with a prior notice in the form of a long silence, the lacuna that you can't get hooked onto in any ways whatsoever, a secrecy, a mystery that I want to keep sequestered even from myself sometimes. That's what I want to add as a form of obituary to the loss of thee, His Eminence Ngari Rinpoche chok, the younger brother of His Holiness the great 14th Dalai Lama of Tibet.  Two elder brothers and one elder sister of thee already passed along the path that way..., my ultimate Guru, and now thy younger brother, your childhood playmate back then against a background looming with great uncertainty or human-created-doomscape.

After all, how possible that we can lie to ourselves: this life-supporting blue earth itself isn't as we think it's

After all, it's all about having a pithy knowledge of any in a nutshell. Here, it's about getting in the same way Tibet's history as an independent nation state as per both the ancient and modern convention of presenting as a doing, groundbreaking narrative. So it goes on so well with an ontological finding in terms of observer and matter, and that, so unconventionally, of both being there in a dreamy, sensitively wavering state cast forth by the observer's own caprice, delusive way of seeing and rating as otherwise, so reliable, concrete, uncompromising, sort of eternal... Yes, you should be able to put anything in a nutshell to be able to grasp, mind, coax over as you wish. Here, I want to remind you that if you've finished reading Voice for the Voiceless by His Holiness the Dalai Lama and Tibet Brief 20/20 by Michael Van Walt Van Praag, move on to reading Tibet was never Part of China since Antiquity by professor Hon-Shiang Lau. So we can sieve the gist into a nutshell, the mundane side for the world at large. The other side isn't for a commoner but for an eligible receptacle.