Far away from violence from this wolrd of samsara, street life, and canadian cops, I am listening to tibetan monks and nuns sing pujas. I am back in my element. I am sipping Moazart austrian chocolate cream liquor. The monks and nuns chant. I am full of ideas, and some are downright ridiculous.

But because I have the word, people CAN get inspired by my stories. And get things moving.