Tummo ate a bit. I am filled with smoke and incense is burning. This a a loner drugged up funeral of anouk for her dad in law. All I have seen of him was extraordinary and sane. I saw him stress out only once: at 89 years old.

I sent him many emails before his death. We discussed death and impermanence somewhat though he did not say much. He seemed unafraid of death and quite secretive about his aspirations in the bardo.