Widukinds Diary Entry #2

Although I am a maturing young man, I'm not afraid to admit that I still have a soft spot for cute things. I like my cat, I like dogs (excluding Indy [sp?], usually Lola, and sometimes Chocolate), and I like Animal Planet. But no fuzzy baby bears, no cuddling chinchillas compare to His Holiness the Dalai Lama.
I just got back from seeing him give one of his many lectures at my school this weekend, and he is exactly as I imagined: a total goofball. The lights on stage were so bright for him that he put on this incredibly silly looking foam visor that was always a little lopsided. Later, the president of Emory was sitting next to him and giving him a welcome speech, but he was having difficulty holding all of his papers while managing the microphone. So D-Lams (as he is affectionately known around our hall) took the mic from the presidents hands and held it in front of his mouth. The president couldn't stop laughing, and while he was sifting through his papers Lams took the mic and pretended to bop him on the head while he wasn't looking. He then turned to the audience, and with the goofiest, most mischevious look I have ever seen, commenced his sublime belly laugh. It's exactly how we imagine Dmeat-hook or Big Papi's, except instead of a big happy black guy it's a little happy Tibetan monk (hungryfortacos especially, you have to see this guy in person someday).
Oh, yeah, his lecture was also pretty interesting. Admittedly it was a little hard to understand; he did most of it in English, but occasionally dipped in to Tibetan and had it translated. But here's the crazy thing; throughout the lecture I was trying to relate concepts he expressed to basic tenents of other religions, but when it came down to the nitty gritty, I couldn't help relating everything to our Shrooms Book.
The main focus of D-Lams' lecture was interdependence. For example, His Holiness addressed the issue of war, and proposed that everyone is part of everyone else; consequently, the destruction of your neighbor also results in the destruction of yourself. He guided the audience through the steps of coming to the realization that maintaining ones inner-self stems directly from supporting those around you, regardless of who they may be and from what background they come.
Ring any bells? Compare these Buddhist concepts to "We are all people, we just spell people differently. Pipple is how Alex spells People. I spell it world."
It's amazing that the same ideas that rang so unbelieveably true while on shrooms in Amsterdam are being upheld by His Holiness the Dalai Lama and the entire Buddhist tradition.
I literally think a legitimate thesis could be written on this concept. On shrooms we were able to function normally, yet somehow the world was different. It was light, happier, and everything made so much sense. We generated hypotheses that would help cure seemingly endless world conflicts, and even accompanied them with pictures. It wasn't like smoking where you feel the need to consume immense amounts of food (a.k.a. "material possessions") and are overcome by the desire to get some (or if you're not so lucky, go home and do the business). Some of us sat, some of us wandered, but we were all enlightened in some way.
So what is our glorious conclusion? I present two. 1) Either D-Lams is totally hooked on psilocybin (or some crazy Tibetan master cush), or 2) everyone should just do shrooms more. I really don't see another option. Except that maybe they're both true.

Out like Tricky Dick.