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On July 6, 2026, an old man in maroon robes sat before long-life prayers and khata scarves in Leh, India, marking 91 years on this earth. He has no army, no seat at the United Nations, no territory he governs. And yet few living figures command the moral gravity of Tenzin Gyatso, the 14th Dalai Lama. That a stateless monk can still summon presidents, parliaments, and prime ministers to attention is itself a kind of verdict on power, a proof that conscience, patiently held, can outlast the machinery built to crush it.
But birthdays for the Dalai Lama have stopped being simple celebrations. Each one now arrives freighted with a countdown. This is not sentimentality; it is arithmetic. And in that arithmetic lies the most dangerous qu...
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