“When we are partners with ourselves, we can make our life into a beautiful work of art that we can enjoy and present to others.” Tarthang Tulku, in Love of Beauty
I am beginning to feel this. I am beginning to feel like my life is mine. It has never felt that way before.
Edit: I will add, that he goes on to describe a few pages later how the fucking Chinese tortured his aunt and mother. One of the tortures was making his aunt stand on ice in her bare feet while they screamed Communist bullshit at her.
Evil. Pure evil.
It is a stark contrast, the vision of a teacher of goodness like Tarthang Tulku, as compared to lunatic sadists animated by an ideology of cruelty, ugliness, and war.
These people cannot be fought fiercely enough.