When we complete the study of a text we make offerings to the three jewels and to our teacher. Yesterday we lit 108 butter lamps in our classroom. These lamps were special because half of them were filled not from the semi-solid butter substitute we usually use, but with regular cooking oil. From the moment they were lit they started smoking. By the end of the day our once white classroom was stained grey with soot.
This reminded me of the time we almost burned down our altar when I was in second year. The altar cloth covering the wooden altar caught fire from a butter lamp. The wood itself didn’t catch, thank the Buddha!
Again last year we lit butter lamps below some tormas. This caused the butter decorations on them to melt, staining our shelves with melted butter.
I hope my class can come up with a better legacy than destruction. Luckily we have three more years to work on this, and all our buildings are solid concrete.