The three-pronged approach to deal with our hardiness

The immaterial concept 'time'-- the conceptualizer, the act itself, what conceptualized, namely as per the change (from its subtle to gross level) of what is inherent to be changeable, the measuring pendulum we ascribe to it with our own designations but not being able to be pinpointed at as we fancy that we can, like the 'present' time of any as 'walking' that gets untraceable if traced to its infinitesimally changing nature. And, yes, what I want to come to is about the wonder of Madhyamaka philosophy, for it propounds on yet another daring finding that the subject, the conceptualizer, and the predicate, the act itself and what conceptualized are all as we project them out to be, in other words, as Proust's own in Swann's Way, seeing as we want them to be, namely not out there so in reality if traced for but out there just if not traced for.  

Distance does matter

Distance does matter both in space and time for cherishing the trope of personal events, sadly in snippets, etched on to the mental screen of ours as evoked by our memory, not so much the doings of our habitual cognitive inertia as of something phenomenal quirk or odd we are endowed with as of our mental capability in reflecting and sorting and calculating and toning with vividness and sharpness where it's left blurred and burred, with much more expressions and gestures chiseled out as of the adrenalines running through our veins by the doings of the paroxysm of emotions now. It does matter even more for noting them down in the form of an artistic creativity through shedding more tears or chuckling deep within. And for the capitalistic fray of a race of now, the modern world, it does for estranging two lovers within the span of a short period of time--more needs of now than the bygone mountain of promises and tender words, more forms of casuistry out there to absolve ourselves of our misdeeds. And it does for romanticizing the pale reality of our present life with something to hold on to, something out there but not there, something telegenic or photogenic like Kpop stellar gloss and resplendence on the iridescent TV screen at anyone's home among us--like the one who has not caught up yet in the whirlwind of the same chasing fray of a yonder world's tenseness and reality but looking at it with the safe but taken for granted buffer of distance, like reading a novel or watching a movie, with the coveted, self-created images flickering on the other part of one's mental screen. 

Don't ignore a moment of mindfulness that can let you be able to try to have a glimpse through someone's else eyes

"One thing at a time, and that done well." It counts, really so much, but we know what we are. It doesn't matter after all, for it's really interesting to learn about a character, a real person, being there before my own eyes whose pupils react how I have no idea during the real time moment, a character, someone more or less close to me, whose some certain mannerisms, like his idiosyncrasy of the sort much well attempted to keep hidden from me but there as scattered, fleeting sparks from a brand of smoldering wood, relate that much about what I have been reading. What I've been reading? What else but Marcel Proust's Cities of the Plain (Sodom and Gomorrah) and The Captive whereof the latter is just at its close. I am very much sure his sixth one, Fugitive, will broach over it as well. Time Regained, his seventh or the last one, I wish can be of some use for me as well, to be able to let myself hit the way, namely wrap up the circus-stages of words into something readable ones.

NO BEIJING OLYMPICS 2022 || FLASH MOB | MAIN BAZAAR LEH | RTWA | RTYC | ...

Such histrionic talents by the Tibetan youths in Leh, Ladhak, such a crowd-pulling act of resistance that stirs up the same emotion from its depth in each and every Tibetan within Tibet and without. And the means remains the same, the most powerful of all, ahimsa or non-violence that means the acme of delicacy, sense of respect to others' concern, choice, wish, rights, happiness, 'the solution through dialogue', 'the century of dialogue, the 21st century' as per His Holiness the great 14th Dalai Lama's vision and dedication for the wellbeing of human kind in this epoch of 'emotional crises' as conditioned by ambivalence, the state of being scattered, not collected in channeling and modulating one's internal movements or thoughts and emotions. And their voice is also for those under the same downtrodden situation like in Mongolia under PRC, Hong Kong, Taiwan, East Turkestan--not only for Tibetans in Tibet. Bravo, the Tibetan youths in Leh, Ladhak!!!

A great philosophical question within: Does the world now has time for such?

By taking to the core of Madhyamika philosophy, that's now Tibetan despite its origin from India or its classic individualistic refraction of the sort, of Lord Buddha's chef d'oeuvre, rather than of Hinduism, though still not having a bird's eye view over it yet by myself, I should say somehow that I can feel a genuine gratefulness for Lord Buddha, for his coming into the world with such a grand mission of dispelling the illusion of our way of discriminating and coloring by our own mental constructs begot by our blind confidence in how we take in what we view before us, the small worlds or events, like naturally formed, so concrete out there that we tend to judge this or that way in a real extreme, generalizing way, the cause of every suffering and anxiety. 

*

༄། །སྣང་ཡང་མི་མཐུན་པ་སྒྱུ་མ་ལྟ་བུའི་ངང་ནས་བྱ་བྱེད་འཐད་པའམ་རྟེན་འབྱུང་སྒྱུ་མ་ལྟ་བུ་འཐད་པ་གཞན་ངོ་ཙམ་(གཞན་གྱི་འཁྲུལ་ངོ་ཙམ་)དུ་འཇོག་་པ་ལས་ཐ་སྙད་ཚད་གྲུབ་བམ་ཐ་སྙད་ཚད་མ་འཇོག་པ་ལ་བློ་མ་བདེ་ཞེ་ན། ཟེར་མཁན་དེ་སངས་རྒྱས་པའམ་བདེན་འཛིན་བག་ཆགས་དང་བཅས་པ་སྤངས་པ་ཞིག་གི་གཟིགས་ངོ་ན་ཡིན་ན་གང་ཞིག དེ་མིན་ན་ཧ་ཅང་ཐལ་བའི་ཟེར་འགྲོས་ཤིག་མིན་ནམ། གཟུགས་དང་དེའི་སྟོང་བ་ཉིད་དབྱེར་མེད་ཡིན་ན། གཟུགས་ཀྱང་འཇོག་བྱེད་ཚད་ལྡན་ཞིག་གིས་འཇོག་དགོས་པ་མིན་ནམ། ཟེར་མཁན་དེ་སངས་རྒྱས་ཟིན་པ་ཞིག་ཡིན་ན་ཐབས་མཁས་པ་ཞིག་དགོས་གཤིས། འདི་ལྟའི་ང་ཚོ་ཚུར་མཐོང་བའི་སྣང་ངོའམ་དོན་གྱི་ཐ་སྙད་དམ་ཐབས་ལ་ཁྱད་གསོད་དེ་ལྟ་བུ་བྱེད་སྲིད་དམ། ཐ་སྙད་ཚད་མས་གྲུབ་པའི་ཐ་སྙད་ཙམ་དང་མཚན་འཛིན་གཉིས་ལ་ཁྱད་ལོས་ཡོད་སྙམ་མོ།།

And so I am a Tibetan by such an attribute, be it of our culture or my own idiosyncrasy

Thinking, despite the complexity and spectrum of its depth, can be said, in this today's world of glamor and glitter and fast joy-food-love, as a tough job, for you don't care to present as you are, for you don't care about who you're. But, in our Tibetan tradition or say in our philosophical tradition, we have such terms as 'learning', 'reflecting', 'meditating'--the linear approach to any forms of complete enlightenment--, namely the second isn't itself a complete form, a consummated exaltation at all, if it isn't taken to the third mechanism, to be yourself what you say and think, in the core of your own constitution--bodily, verbally and mentally.

Is each and every head of Tibetan women is nothing more than a worldling?

Patriarchy or Matriarchy, both aren't fair as per the concept of egalitarianism, if there is, but the former is rife, as you can see in most of the Muslims-dominated states in the Middle East and afar, like in Pakistan or Afghanistan, and so in our own Tibetan parliament in exile--those 10 MPs from the five sectarian entities, two from each, are all male, why? Before saying 'no' to 'religious' seats, can't we consider why there aren't any female heads from them? Dear Tibetan people at large, try to give some notice to the newly 'elected' MP figure of Bon sect, how confident he is, how crudely equipped he is with such effrontery, why? Why there can't be such a nun figure? Why? Why there can't be a nun figure of Gowo Phende's, one of the two MPs from Gelug sect, shameless boldness in our parliament in exile? Why? I am so curious, despite there being Juchen Kunchok Choedon, the uncompromising, taciturn, curtly insolent lay female MP from Dhotoe region, the daughter of late Juchen Thupten, one of the ex-heads of CTA in its early times in exile. Where are you, the sensible Tibetan women at large?