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	<title>Comments on: The Paradox</title>
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		<title>By: Richard</title>
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		<dc:creator>Richard</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Sep 2007 22:00:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks Brightfeather, it's now in mine as well. I'd like to meet the Dalai Lama someday and spend a little time in his presence. I was fortunate to stop at a small art gallery on my way through Big Sur, California to Esalen Institute about a year and a half ago, and there were six Tibetan monks outside sitting on a rock wall talking and taking in the scenery. I sat down on the wall near them and while I was basking in their wonderful peaceful energy, one of them started a conversation with me. He was the only one of the group who spoke english and as we talked, he translated both sides of our conversation for the rest, and conveyed the other's questions. It was a memorable (understatement) experience. I don't think I, or the car, touched the ground for the rest of the trip.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks Brightfeather, it&#8217;s now in mine as well. I&#8217;d like to meet the Dalai Lama someday and spend a little time in his presence. I was fortunate to stop at a small art gallery on my way through Big Sur, California to Esalen Institute about a year and a half ago, and there were six Tibetan monks outside sitting on a rock wall talking and taking in the scenery. I sat down on the wall near them and while I was basking in their wonderful peaceful energy, one of them started a conversation with me. He was the only one of the group who spoke english and as we talked, he translated both sides of our conversation for the rest, and conveyed the other&#8217;s questions. It was a memorable (understatement) experience. I don&#8217;t think I, or the car, touched the ground for the rest of the trip.</p>
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