Home Is Not Just The Place Where

I'd Spent Thirty Years Visiting The Dalai Lama, And Twenty Years As A Journalist Going To Difficult Places, War Zones And Revolutions From North Korea To Haiti And Beirut To Sri Lanka, And The Question Came Up: What Does This Man Have To Offer To This World Which Seems So Torn Up And So Attached To Conflict?

Death Undoes Us Less, Sometimes, Than The Hope That It Will Never Come.

One Of The Interesting Things About Los Angeles Is That It's Still Supplying The Whole Of The World With Its Dreams Through Movies And Songs And Tv - Often Of An All-american Family At The Same Time As The Real Los Angeles Is Peopled By Souls From Vietnam, Guatemala, And Korea Who Look Nothing Like The Images Being Beamed Out. I Think All That Is Going To Have To Change And Illusion Is Going To Have To Catch Up With Reality In That Regard.

Most Of Us Who Have Been Lucky Enough To Hear, Read And See The Dalai Lama, Often Come Away Thinking, "what A Kind, Inspiring And Golden Human Being!" That Is True, But I Think It Does Him An Injustice.

I Began Thinking About Why Am I Constructing Almost A Shadow Father Or Ghost Father In My Head Into Graham Greene In Response To The Father Who Created Me? What's Going On Here? I Think A Part Of My Sense Is It's Every Boy's Story. When We Are Kids, We Imagine That To Define Ourselves Or To Find Ourselves Means Charting Your Own Individuality, Making Your Own Destiny And Actually Running Away From Your Parents And Your Home And What You Grew Up With.