The Great Lapidary Right of Testing a Piece of Gold: As so or not

As Lord Buddha exhorts or lets us be at our own liberty in terms of taking his teachings as valid or not, the great lapidary right of testing a piece of gold as so or not by a professional one more matter-of-fact  than an alchemist of the medieval, I think it's the time to pose to the world the same liberty to take someone claiming as a Tibetan, if he or she is or not, in the West but by going through the same lapidary process in the form of associating and questioning and learning if, other than just petty personal interest related ones, something related with the larger picture of Tibet's survival (cultural or political) does matter to him and her or not? If yes, how? Do let him or her speak in the truest of his or her senses to feelings (do record them). We can study. In essence, as per the point that I meant to tap at then, I mean now there are many those who impersonate as being a 'Tibetan' but not so in the truest sense of the word that just has the political implication of solidarity and doing and working for and winning over in due course. A Tibetan is a Tibetan, a politically displaced one. A Himalayan of Tibetan culture can't be necessarily so. Have you ever experienced of being a politically displaced one?

The sense of narrow protection: Does it count in letting oneself grow and outgrow?

To be able to move forward, to be able to let go of, for to forgive is unusual, like, as said in Tibetan Buddhist Studies, there is no traumatic an experience like forbearance despite its being salutary, and, at last, to be maverick in the truest sense of the word or to get oneself or ourselves stuck in the quagmire of always unrealistic, myopic hardiness, with that narrow sense of protection that is always as variable as a capricious entity like 'regional politics' and its whimsical exigencies.

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"... great fundamental currents raise from the depths of the ages the same angers, the same sorrows, the same boasts, the same mania, throughout superimposed generations, each section accepting the criteria of various levels of the same series and reproducing, like shadows upon successive screens, pictures similar to though often less insignificant than that which brought Bloch and his father-in-law, M. Bloch senior and M. Nissim Bernard and others I never knew, to blows." Marcel Proust, Time Regained

A Tibetan Novel That Roars Like Tibet's Snow Lions: We Measure The Earth With Our Bodies by Tsering Yangzom Lama

I think that I've never read a novel by a Tibetan writer that roars like of Tsering Yangzom Lama's We Measure the Earth with Our Bodies. As my reading of Marcel Proust's beyond one million worded novel or series of the sort, namely in search of time lost and regained--really something worth-reading, if you care about the working of our emotions, especially jealousy in the name of love--having recently been completed, I find her wordings really traceable and simple and sharp, so sharp and precise as of her having labored for it over a decade or more. Oh, can there be such a Tibetan woman, young and mystic, with such an extraordinary talent (not the shallow ones of any related with internet hype of now)? She has mesmerized me even much more than Yan Martel's Life of Pi, for, as you can say, I am a Tibetan. 'Oracle', 'medium', such beautiful words, and I want to add 'telepathy'. And it counts, if we can prove so, with such nuances of our identity.

My late friend Tashi Dorjee la: Thanks for bringing it on me

One of my close childhood friends, named Tashi Dorjee, who had been residing in NY as an ordained but not necessarily in form, died of chronic liver disease known as Hepatitis B yesterday. The news came to me from one of another close childhood friends of mine named Dorjee, who, too, has been residing there, and as I have been reading Tsering Yangzom Lama's WE MEASURE THE EARTH WITH OUR BODIES (bought from Google Play Books as an eBook format), I, too, found it something like 'a wet cracking sound' dealt on me, on my head, on my not-going-to-die tomorrow's certainty. Well, are we really living?

The question remains, for being an untimely death, of our taking it for granted, our health when we are hale, not thinking of maintaining it through a working discipline imposed on ourselves. Why a Westerner reads and maintains his physical fitness? Maybe for his or her 'this life' related dreams or future or anything obtainable as per a looming philosophy of solipsism at the backdrop of his or her mind. Why we don't do so? Maybe as of our hereditary programming of the sort, not so much for this life as it's for better ones to come to nirvana in due course. But not knowing even the workings of our gross physical and fluid mental systems wont fare us being eligible in the first place for such an ineffable goal of complete freedom, I think.  

Learning that's ageless

If you learn French, you can then get where such word like 'debut' in English comes from. Why not such words like 'rastaquouère', 'défroquée', 'nouveau riche', 'cul-de-sac', etc. And, yes, German 'schadenfreude' poses itself over 'sadism' with its own distinction that sometimes appears to me as splitting hairs. I thought that 'nolle prosequi' can be other than 'recto-verso', namely the latter being not Latin but Italian. And I was wrong. Learn, even if you are above 50 or 60 or more. Learn that matters after all. And, yes, learn that speaks and connects to your inner being's core wish (I don't say passion.). But the purpose why I live isn't for them at all, for I care only about the things of the mind and its transformation to its being able to connect to its radiant root inseparable with the ultimate nature of the universe, namely not being there as it appears, and that in its multi-layered depth of discovering like a foliated mass of something with a jewel couched in its heart. Leave it for today, and I will be there again tomorrow, for you, like anyone else, take with such an assurance, which's itself false, that 'I' and 'you' of such permanence can be there again for another 'tomorrow'. Oh, this silly notion of eternity does ruin us all, but, as a Frenchman says, 'c'est la vie', it's the life pattern of the majority of humankind--so docile, so demure where it counts for some 'fast joy' related with self-interest or self-absorption of any, but so intransigent, so mean where it counts for being able to let go of without such a retur.

His Holiness the great 14th Dalai Lama of Tibet in Ladhak: Sojourn and teachings and dedications

25/07/2022: Just a glimpse of devotees on the floor at Ladhak Thiksey Monastery, the students of Sherab Keytsel Ling School, in the concourse of it, with the proper edifice of it in the backdrop at one angle to the right but occupying the half of the middle ground, listening to the teaching on Secular Ethics by His Holiness the great 14th Dalai Lama of Tibet, now on a sojourn there in Ladhak, when Dharamsala's weather is musty and wet. And for me, it's sort of a presage to his return to Tibet and doing the same great thing from Potala Palace in Lhasa, for the valley of Thiksey and the proper edifice of its monastic university speak of it through its likeness but much more by the ardent Ladhaki devotees. I wonder do Tibetan at large study the essence of our cultural values like them who do in the manner of learning, reflecting over and putting them into practice (and here all about taming one's minds and emotions more or less vulgar, wild, bellicose, belligerent to being, resolutely, self-centered by policing over or meditating over that you and me just go for the physical posture: cross-legged, eyes half-closed or tethered down on the tip of one's nose, straight backed, hands the right over the left with the insides of the thumbs pressed against each other, and so on...)? Much, much respect and appreciation to Ladhaki people for making his benedictory smile beam once again over the commoner of a me, the worlding of a me, the philistine of a me, the run-of-the-mill of a me, and for the rest of humankinds at large downtrodden and oppressed more by one's way of viewing than by others' malevolence, and if not so but crestfallen and sickeningly insecure by the doings of one's own mind!!! 

Wake up you dastards

If you think you're Tibetan and fecund, do like them. Just don't brag or be a braggart, a coward, a dastard who can make some noise or posing over when he or she is with a few others of his or hers. (But not so, when he or she is alone, cast among other alien faces.) Sadly, these days, it's really hard to find a real brave one, like a good friend. Sadly, why I find almost every 'man'  as a woman to the core but not necessarily in form, namely so methodical about what is within the close range of 'only this life'