I've come to realize I need to suspend this journal. My personal diary has all the good stuff in it and I'm not sharing that with you fine strangers. And secondly, my emails to family and friends have the next best content. So, intrepid Nomads, that leaves you a distant third. And I know you wouldn't appreciate that status. However, I never explained my diary concept fully. And by means of explanation, allow me to point you to the finest example I know of what Secret Autobiography really means. Procure a copy of "Apparition of the Self" by Janet Gyatso (?). It conveys a context for this Tibetan sub-genre of literature and highlights the life of one crazy wild dharma yogi: Jigme Lingpa.
I can do no real justice to this brilliant (scholarly) work. It was indulgent of me to try. So, goodbye for now. I'll be here with my feet in the Ganges River, contemplating my next nothingness. Sincerely, Sri Jha Rikhi
