I had an epiphany of sorts Monday morning while falling asleep during a conference lecture about the state of Buddhist studies that I had anticipated would be fascinating. The problem was not the speaker's, who is a world authority on Pali and Sanskrit texts, but mine. His talk and the beginning of the next, by a woman from the School of Oriental and African Studies in London, bored me. It seemed to be all about how many Buddhas can dance on the head of a pin, and I never cared for that kind of Christian theological nit picking when the subject was angels. So I got up and left, less than two hours after the conference had begun.
"Know thyself," advised Socrates, and I've tried, lord I've tried. But now in my seventh decade and running out of time, I am still a mystery to me.
Studying one's self and learning how to avoid suffering and hurting others requires a lifetime. There doesn't seem to be a short cut.
And now for something completely different: Lunch today.