A dicta is a formulation of Buddhist Thought on the circumstances of the person involved, usually their own thought not instinct.
There is a set point of traction in each person’s life whereby we greet the time of our circumstance with idleness and thought. There upon arises our first dicta.
This is when you have postlated a theory you have lived by for a length of time.
I was on a trek in the Himalayas and noticed two women cleaning potatoes; they were friendly to me and being shy I ran away and they giggled. I gave a bic lighter to a more somber woman and she led me into her home.
I smahed potatoes on her ancient stone slabe with an ever more ancient stone flatted implement, sharing a moment in her every day life. I asked to do this and she said ok and watched me carefully and giggled when I grew tired after three slabes.
Her dicta: be careful and watch. Mine: try, try, try.
Now mine is be careful and watch. I have grown into my place and don’t allow people in. What dicta is that: be careful and watch and only allow in the sensitive and shy. I watch but haven’t found any. Where is the dicta on poverty of soul and spirit in the United States or U.S.. I wonder and care for I am alone more than I am with people and I have searched corners and crookeries for every available type. Where are you spending Halloween next year? Alone, probably, I’ll be as I date and find no solace and find no happiness in them but careworn affairs, that I have already gone through: speed, dumping and finally catostrophe. I find one who wanted me and I like him but he’s dating another at the same time. What to do? I could wait but who wants the trouble of sparing him his separation. I want to wait but don’t want the trouble as my old lover did to me once and waited for my parting. I weep over this for I know it can be done. Chagrin. Dicta or Dictum: you choose. Dictum is what we know to be true.
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