There’s a lot of doingness in the ngöndro. I have to do 100,000 prostrations and 100,000 mantras and etc, etc ... a lot of things. In a way, it’s a young person’s practice, and I wish I’d got myself enough together to do it a long time ago. In mid-life, the desire for doing is falling away and I’m increasingly subsiding into being, so I feel a bit out of kilter with all these accumulations of actions. I certainly don’t need to prove to myself that I have the self-discipline to accumulate them. Yes, I’m squeezing the last little blob of toothpaste out of the tube with the ngondro. Which is to say, there won’t be any more big heroic practices for me.