The Art of War
The Dalai
Lama had an
excellent sense of humor,
which I’d suspected from his books, but
seeing his comic timing in action was delightful.
He acknowledged that Buddha sometimes seemed to
give disparate teachings and began chuckling as he
said “Perhaps Buddha — with respect — ” and here
he shook his pressed hands behind his shoulder
at the giant tapestry of a blue Buddha —
“sometimes may forget what he said one
morning, so say something different
the next. Or perhaps — with
respect — Buddha was
drunk!” Everyone
laughed.
He became
serious again. “No,” he said. “It
is because one philosophy is not enough.
We need all variety. If your tradition
is Christianity, good. If your
tradition is Islam,
good.”
Towards
the end of his time,
while talking about anger,
he leaned forward a bit. “We know,
real troublemaker,” his voice was
low, conspiratorial, as he
pointed to his own
chest, “is
here.”
Nightmare Brunette
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