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He came here for a reason... but he couldn't remember what.

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|s4_title =Over the Mountain Far From Home

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|s4_text =This was Dorjelang’s sixteenth year living on the highland pastures.

Back then, he knew nothing of the world beyond.

Dorjelang was seen as someone who needed protection in his tribe. He thought if he could be a little stronger and a little tougher, put on a stern face and look a little fiercer… then maybe he would actually become more capable.

Perhaps due to his frailty, there were many things off-limits to him, like going down to the river, wrestling, or herding alone.

Concerned gazes followed him around whenever he tried to get involved.

The old herder who tutored him said that his body wasn’t as strong because he carried all the good fortune of the highlands on his head, that he was a child blessed by their deity.

Whenever they took him out to herd, the wolves would scatter, snowstorms would cease, and blood-sucking insects would disperse.

Dorjelang wanted to believe in it.

During the ceremonial wrestling match held to honor their deity, Dorjelang sat by the lakeside and watched the spectacle of fervor and power. Out of place and even slightly dissonant with the scene was low, chanted verses from the herder next to him:

When chaos gave birth to earth and sky,

White yak from the lotus did arise,

With ears that hear all earthly things,

Nose that scents far and wide,

Wings to soar o’er mountains and rivers,

Hooves to race across plains and fissures,

He is the mighty mountain high,

He is the gentle flowing stream,

He is the father working hard,

He is the mother’s loving heart,

He tames the strong and lifts the meek,

His righteous name through ages speak,

His legend in our hearts engraved,

Through song we sing his ageless praise.

The song spoke of the highland deity.

Legend has it that “he” looked just like everyone else in the tribe, with long flowing hair, a strong athletic build, and mighty long horns, that “he” danced to the heavens and sang for the earth.

“Behold, it brings success. Beyond it’s filled with fortune. And behold, it possesses the eternal…”

Dorjelang caught himself humming along. He glanced at his own reflection in the emerald lake… Me? I look nothing like the deity, moo.

A buddy from the neighboring tribe came over. Dorjelang could see his messy hair and his beautiful, sturdy horns that put his own feeble ones to shame. His buddy stroked his chin in deep thought.

“They say not to mind what others think, but that’s easier said than done.’Hearing’ is a way for us to feel the world,” he said.

A hat with solid long horns was then placed on Dorjelang’s head.

“HAHMM! Now you look like a tough guy! Put on the hat, and you can become whoever you want to be. Come on, show us your angry face!”

In the lake’s reflection, Dorjelang did look quite mighty! And just like that, the kid was fooled by his buddy.

The first among them to think of leaving was his buddy. Pulling Dorjelang along, he made grand plans of how he would conquer the endless mountains and see the world beyond in pursuit of his dreams.

Dreams? What are… Dreams?

Brothers stick together till the end, so you’re coming too, Dorjelang.

Dorjelang was worried that he’d hold his buddy back, being as frail as he was. But his friend had unwavering faith in him.

Before they left, his buddy got caught “loaning” a couple of barley buns from an old herder. Dorjelang went for the rescue, but froze at the doorway.

“HAHMM? You have no right to keep him on the pastures forever…”

On the glimmering highlands where heaven is just a few steps away, too many struggle to make the journey because of a weighted heart.

“You’ve never believed in him. You just think he’s weak, and needs protection…”

Outside the house, Dorjelang listened as Doggie came over. As always, it sat beside him, panting with a lolling tongue, as if saying, “Eavestropping too, huh?”

“How long will you deceive him with these words? Are you going to keep sheltering him his whole life?”

Dorjelang gazed up at the sunset’s glow, at the deity watching over the highlands.

“There is no divine blessing. He has the same horns and fur on his head as us, plus a yak horn hat that I traded with barley buns…”

Please let all my good fortune rest upon my buddy’s head–

“I have my own dreams and my own path to follow, so I won't stay… but save half the barely bun for him. I’m leaving this place…”

May he be safe, free, and prosperous on the journey of his dreams.

This was Dorjelang’s sixteenth year living on the highland pastures.

In the empty house his buddy left behind, the old herder threw him a bundle of supplies, his mustache bristling with anger. He told Dorjelang to get out there and bring back his good-for-nothing buddy.

Finally, he understood there was a kind of longing in this world that words cannot capture.

He wanted to cross this mountain, and the next one beyond, and countless more after.

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