by Hermann Hesse
You simply don't know what to believe, but you're willing to try anything once. Western values, Eastern values, hedonism and minimalism, you've spent some time in every camp. But you still don't have any idea what camp you belong in. This makes you an individualist of the highest order, but also really lonely. It's time to chill out under a tree. And realize that at least you believe in ferries.
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at the Blue Pyramid.
So why is this freaky? Well I'll tell ya why. To the right you'll see a link referencing my sister the Buddhist nun. She really is a Buddhist nun. And she really is my sister. She once gave my son a book about Siddhartha and from my memory, Siddhartha is actually a buddha. I would NEVER deign to compare myself to a buddha! It's just wrong. But maybe it's okay to be compared to a book about a buddha. I'll have to ask Sherab about it. But for now, I still find it unnerving.
If I were to be a book, I'd hope to be a hardcover edition. One with a good heft and quality paper. I'd like to be in a well-kept library, dusted often and taken off the shelf occasionally to have my pages caressed lovingly while my contents were absorbed and appreciated.