Nothing new this morning.

Laurel is meowing gently and cutely, and deva premal is singing Mantras (Hindus).

I am deep in contemplation of end of life with Buddha.

I always thought dying of disease made you not a cool saint. But I realize that since we are only humans, we can be saints and die of lung cancer.

The followers of Thich Nhat Han understood this the best of all the followers of greats buddhas I have seen. Thich had a long long stroke that left him mute until 95 years old.