Tharmanay Kyaw Sayadaw resurfaced in my mind quite spontaneously this evening, but that is typically how these reflections emerge.

Often, a trivial event serves as the catalyst. This particular time, the sound of sticky pages was the cause when I reached for a weathered book kept on a shelf too close to the window. Such is the nature of humid conditions. I paused longer than necessary, methodically dividing each page, and in that stillness, his name reappeared unprompted.There

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