These days I have been worried by school. They want us to prove we've been thinking about the problems they proposition. Of course I don't believe any problem, and castles made of sand by philosophers are long forgotten and useless. But to be flooded by such minds is somewhat funny, since they have never for once looked at the face of things directly. They have asperger's, maybe. It is a funny place.

Kant by the way is a complete quack. As soon as you discover this, the better. And I'm talking about metaphysics, ethics — worse — he invented from his head.

Political science is pure evil personified, but such a game to play. Last class I had to become completelly John Cleese with those beings! I was one step from making silly walks, really!

Besides this, Lama Sherab and the holy dharma. So elucidative and clear, almost as reading from Rinpoche's mind, or maybe the notes she took. Bodhi-citta: compassion and wisdom. You must want to help, but you must also be very focused on the empty nature of it all. This double focus is the essence, or, as that genius Dzongsar Khyentse Rinpoche puts, the union of irreverence and elegance.

I also had a french quiz to answer. About some native-american indians and positivism, very clever read — new sociological studies confronted with past descriptions of events by positivist scholars. The teacher plays mindfuck with the subjects: you can't know what's written by knowing what it is about — or, even funnier, by having intellectual ideas about the texts. That's a good way to test you, I think. If you grasped it, that's enough.

Then I come home and desire only to talk to Fabinca and sleep. I've been trying to socialize more, although I still think most people just want to waste your time. Anyway, to be on a bus clears your thoughts the same way as shamata would.