The Paradox of Our Age by Dalai Lama
Jag läste denna dikt för första gången i ett litet skjul i Indien. I ett Tibetansk flyktigläger. Kanske var det avsaknaden av min egen verklighet. Eller kanske var det bara den klara bergsluften. Men något gjorde att jag förstod, just där, vad det var jag vandrade mot. En mindre plats. Med mindre problem. Nu är jag snart där. Mitt i ingenstans i Laos.
The Paradox of Our Age by Dalai Lama
We have bigger houses but smaller families;
More conveniences, but less time;
We have more degrees, but less sense;
More knowledge, but less judgment;
More experts, but more problems;
More medicines, but less healthiness;
We've been all the way to the moon and back,
but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.
We build more computers to hold more information to
produce more copies than ever but have less communication.
We have become long on quantity,
but short on quality.
These are times of fast foods but slow digestion;
Tall man but short character;
Steep profits but shallow relationships.
It's a time when there is much in the window,
but nothing in the room.
Dalai Lama är fantastisk - enkelt och genialiskt.
Men hur är det i Laos? Annorlunda från Thailand?
Kram
