I am writing because it helps me to see the things clear and deeper. Also, it will help me to keeps my stories alive and perceive myself and the world I live in better.
7.13.2018
A little reflection on the happiness of the ignorance 7/17/2018 b y tt At Virginia Home Today, finally, after twenty days of work, I finished something and I am happy! My friend, a Taiwan based Prof. Sonam Wangyal emailed me a portion of 289 words from Monlam Great Tibetan Diction in the end of April and asked me to translate them into Chinese. I started the project about twenty days ago, but found it is much more c hallenging than I was expected. The project requires me to master the Traditional Chinese characters and a different way to typing on keyboard. Unlike to translate a text, translating dictionary is somewhat boring. I was assigned to translate the words that starts with the Ja ( ཇ ), the seventh consonant of thirty Tibetan alphabets. The process of the translation is kind of simpler but much more limited in terms of develop a big picture or appreciate the inherent logical connection. The biggest challenge is to ensur...
My New Year’s Day Prayer By Tt On the summit of the Stony man in Shenandoah Valley 1/1/2023 (1) As a naive Tibetan teenage boy I hate prayers I am refused to see I am one of the prayers My mentors were my school teachers, The so call “science-based language textbooks” were the only window through which I see the universe (2) As a cynical young man I was totally disgraced by my nations tragical past and it’s suffocating status quo I wanted to pray but didn’t know how And more important to whom my prayers ought to be made! By the blessings of my quest for freedom I heard the great boos of the universe that none of my school teachers dare to attend I saw how the magnificent Himalayan jeers at the textbooks taught me what universe is and who I truly am. (3) As a proud adult I realized praying is the only food that can keep me alive So, I joined the exalted ancient order of monasticism I took refuge in the doctrine of Escapitism I was honored and felt somewhat home As a disti...
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