Deepak Chopra and Friends Meet with His Holiness the Dalai Lama
Rubbing noses like two four-year-olds, bespeaking perfect doctrinal/dharma purity. I hadn't realized Deepak Chopra was this woke and evolved; wouldn't have believed it had I not seen this (if I'm using the new word "woke" correctly).
I burn hot. I tend to exhaust people in conversation, like Margaret Fuller did Carlyle. Which leaves me (but apparently not Margaret) always wishing I'd shut up sooner. I have quite a few friends and not many enemies, but I'm very proud of the few I do have. There is consensus among my friends about me, which is how I know to write about myself. What my enemies think of me I have no idea. That, of course, could be dangerous.
The list of interests and favorites is absurdly partial and half-assed, particularly as to music and books. It's the stupid format of the blog itself, as given, that, of course, I color outside the lines and burst the seams of.
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