Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw resurfaced in my mind quite spontaneously this evening, but that is typically how these reflections emerge.

It is often a minor detail that sets it off. The trigger today was the sound of paper sticking together when I tried to flip through an old book that’s been sitting too close to the window. Such is the nature of humid conditions. I found myself hesitating for a long moment, methodically dividing each page, and his name simply manifested again, qu

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