The answer is that I cannot tell you.
Contrary to what you might have heard earlier, I cannot tell you.

Stolen treasures
in the British Museum,
I feel like a thief
walking among
such men.
No peers, lonely warrior–
no-one, I think, is in your tree.
It is good to be the king,
it is good to serve the king–
there is always
room for service.
When your heart breaks
at the sight of so many
beautifully shaped stones,
remember adamantine impermanence.

Entering Sacred World via Chicago O'Hare

Today I embark on a new journey. My clothing is immaculate. My luggage is overweight. My toothbrush is mournfully inaccessible. My girlfriend is far, far away.
My typing is laborious, like watching a two-year-old learn Arabic. Or watching a 27-year-old learn typing. The point is, I can’t tell the difference between a period and an m, an apostrophe and a semicolon. Good thing you never use a semicolon. My mom told me in high school to learn how to type, but I was too smart for her; I prefer learn through excessive suffering, not premeditated insightful effort.
More importantly, which you mightn’t have guessed by my introduction, is that I begin, at 7am GMT, my tour as Continuity Kusung for the Sakyong, Mipham Rinpoche. For those of you who might not know what that means, join the club.
Generally speaking, I will henceforth be somewhat of an ‘executive assistant’ (a term I recently learned, that might come in handy to those unfamiliar with the Tibetan style of self-eviscerating devotion). Therefore, I will do a lot of ironing, emailing, fetching of sacred implements, and tea-making. But there’s a twist, and it is in the motivation. You see, I am not doing this for the money. I am not that dumb. There is a greater purpose here. I am dallying on the edge of Mormon Mission stuff here, so I want to be careful. I am not here simply because it is my duty to the church (which I must say, I do not generally object to), but rather because I have experienced for myself two things: 1) the world needs a lot of help, and 2) the teachings of Buddhism, and for me, particularly Shambhala Buddhism, have a lot to offer to the people of the world who suffer (who, at the risk of stating the obvious, is everyone).
I think there are plenty of other ways to help the world, and I support every one of them. I also think there are many ways to think you are helping the world and actually hurt it (which I support the intention of, if not the means of carrying it out). There are also a myriad ways to flat-out harm the world and its inhabitants (through poisons and other weapons, etc...) that I do not support whatsoever.
Flat-out helping the world is great. But, as the song goes, ‘Nice work if you can get it.’ Flat-out harming the world is bad. But really, how many people justify what they do by saying ‘I’m hurting the world and everything in it through poisons and other weapons! My intentions are totally fucked up! Aren’t I great?!’ So really it’s all that in-between area, where there are good intentions that get lost in translation, so to speak. This is why meditation is good. That is what my role as ‘Executive Assistant’ or ‘Continuity Kusung’ matters to me. Because in my role, I support someone who I feel has a) the intention to better the world, and b) a means to do so. It’s so simple on some level: the experience of the world is completely dependent on the mind that experiences it, so if you change your mind, you change the world!
Here I begin. My journey to benefit others that is sure to be at times lost in translation. But with blogspace as my witness: I will do all in my power to be of benefit to the world, to not do harm, and to manifest enlightened wisdom on the spot! Ki Ki So So! ( That means: Right On!)