Beelin Sayadaw enters my thoughts during those late hours when discipline feels isolated, plain, and far less "sacred" than the internet portrays it. I'm unsure why Beelin Sayadaw haunts my reflections tonight. It might be due to the feeling that everything has been reduced to its barest form. No inspiration. No sweetness. Just this dry, steady sen

I have been contemplating the idea of pillars quite a bit lately. I don't mean the fancy, aesthetic ones that one observes at the entryways of historic institutions, but instead the foundational supports hidden inside a building that remain unnoticed until you realize they are the sole reason the roof hasn't collapsed. That is the image that persis