I find myself returning to the memory of Sayadaw U Kundala whenever language fails and only silence seems to hold any true guidance. The clock reads 2:11 a.m., and the corner light is glaring, yet I lacks the energy to stand up and extinguish it. A strange tightness has settled https://martinqeaba.theideasblog.com/39768426/how-sayadaw-u-kundala-uses-precision-and-silence-to-leave-only-direct-experience