Wave–particle duality: Quantum Mechanics

Simply a personal attempt but not to simplify what is itself highly convoluted: Declaring my own ground of Tibetan Buddhist Science and philosophy as a sort of my guiding beacon or taste or tendency, I dare to posit about the four elements (solidity, liquidity, heat, air), with their strata of grossness to fineness and vice-versa, with each of them having the same wavy pattern even in their grossness that postulates the reality of identicalness in their subtlety or fineness, namely at the quantum level of their primary cause, the subtle 'air' element so light and mobile and wavy but can be presented as 'particle' as well, for it can't be permeable like 'spirit', 'memory', permeable not as a membrane that lets liquid pass through it but as a passer that can pass through anything without getting obstructed. 

A Sister's Love to Her Younger Sister, More Sublime than of a Carnal One: A Comment of Mine on A Concerning Post on 14th Febuary, 2023

For the day, despite not being of ours, if there still exists what's called 'love' in spite of being narrowly-centered, like here of a sister to her younger sister, the recipient should, I think, regard such as a thing not to be taken for granted, for it matters for you even now. A gone awry sort of a love, namely sort of availed oneself of someone else's tender sentiment of such in the name of it and gone so unceremoniously, can't, I think, overweigh what you have now, the filial one of a sister with such a great heart. But it takes time, as per the nature of our life and the span of time that can be taken in our being able to come to an inference to a perception, to figure oneself out of such entanglement of a 'love', the same selfish sentiment, the only fuel that turns the cogwheels of the cyclic movements of our conventional way of life, the same treadmill, the endless, banal story ever. 

Namo Buddha Ya: In The Land of Arya

Despite 'favoritism' and 'discrimination' that we face on a daily basis, as per our deluded way of looking at like being there in its own way, so, so far from the notion of the emptiness of such as 'being there in its own way', and thereby misjudging and generalizing to discriminating, I am fully content today, despite being there as per my own way of looking at and rating, that I have with me the symbolic robe that has been donned on the only living statue of Lord Buddha of Mahabodhi Stupa at Bodh Gaya and handed over back to the certain devotee, here the one who presented it to me, namely Phuljung la. I thank him ineffably for his great present of such. I will keep it forever with me, if not as my own shadow but as my own conscience.  Thank you so much once again, and to the greatness of India.

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.