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In Chittagong, we decided to do things a little differently and take a bit of a leap of faith. As we are leaving the Buddhist temple in the city, a young man approaches us and introduces himself as Sanjoy, a student who rents a small room in the temple complex as he pursues his studies in English Literature. His home is in the Chittagong Hill Tracts, a Buddhist and tribal area where we want to visit. He says he works as an occasional tour guide for the region.

Although we usually are hesitant to use guides, there is an immediate positive connection with Sanjoy; his sincerity is palpable when he says he felt close to us as we were sitting in the meditation hall. We have lunch and plan with him, he helps us get permits, and a few days later we are on our way to his stunning, hilly home town of Banderban. (more…)

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Paying attention to injustice


“If you’ve really learned how to think, how to pay attention, then you will know you have other options. It will actually be within your power to experience a crowded, loud, slow […] situation as not only meaningful, but sacred, on fire with the same force that lit the stars – compassion, love […] You get to decide how you’re going to try to see it. This, I submit, is the freedom of real education, of learning how to be well adjusted: you get to consciously decide what has meaning and what doesn’t. You get to decide what to worship.” David Foster Wallace

“Who wants to be well adjusted to injustice? What kind of human being do you want to be?” Cornel West

No surprise: I’m overwhelmed. It is very loud, crowded, and to my perception completely chaotic. There is probably a rhythm, but who knows if I will learn to discern it. We wander the streets for a few hours at a time, we get lost, and try not to get run over by bikes, rickshaws, motorcycles, cars, and trucks. We try not to step on people, dogs, and shit. We stay out of the way of cows and goats. I wave at little girls; we seem to share a fascination with each other, me and little girls. Then Caleb and I return to our hostel and I exhale. It is still very hard to pay attention to everything. It is very hard to make sense of even a few things. And although I feel a little dizzy, it’s exhilarating. (more…)

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