I went to see the Dalai Lama last Friday.
Well, how was it, Marc?
It was actually sort of disappointing, thanks for asking. I made the mistake of assuming that he would be speaking about things that everyone would find accessible. Unfortunately, it turns out I’d bought a ticket for the fourth in a series of four Buddhist teachings.
His Holiness would read a few paragraphs from a Buddhist text in Tibetan, then expound upon them at length… in Tibetan. His translator would then repeat what he had said in English, sans the animated enthusiasm. Virtually all of what was taught went over my head.
He spoke briefly in English at the end of the session, but the combination of the atrocious acoustics in the coliseum and his thick accent made him all but incomprehensible.
I had plenty of time to look around at the audience while HH spoke, and I was a little surprised by what I saw. This being Wisconsin, it was primarily white people. However, there were a number of men and women wearing traditional Tibetan garb–exquisitely embroidered silk tunics and pants in bright, cheerful colors. Of more interest, however, were two women wearing headscarves two rows ahead of me.
Despite the disappointment, I’m glad that I went. Had I not gone, I’d have regretted it. It was an interesting experience, and at least I can say I’ve seen the Dalai Lama speak… even if I have no idea what he said.