The Less Conscious One Is Of Being

It's Impressive That A Man [dalai Lama], On The Day After His Nobel Prize Was Announced, In October, 1989, Said To Me, "i Really Wonder If My Efforts Are Enough?" Most Of Us, If We Just Won The Nobel Prize, Would Think This Is Vindication, Or At Last There's A Chance For Tibet. He's The Rare Person Who Thinks, As A Buddha Would, "i Don't Know If I've Done Enough, I Don't Know If I Will Do Enough."

To This Day, At My Relatively Advanced Age, I Still Don't Have A Place I Can Really Call Home. I've Never Bought Property. I Just Move Between Temporary Base Camps. I Know That The Very Notion Of Home, Of Having A Family Or Community, Is A Hard One For Me To Embrace.

A Person Susceptible To "wanderlust" Is Not So Much Addicted To Movement As Committed To Transformation.

We Travel, In Essence, To Become Young Fools Again - To Slow Time Down And Get Taken In, And Fall In Love Once More.

Perhaps The Greatest Danger Of Our Global Community Is That The Person In La Thinks He Knows Cambodia Because He's Seen The Killing Fields On-screen, And The Newcomer From Cambodia Thinks He Knows La Because He's Seen City Of Angels On Video.