although i live in the slime and muck of the dark age, although i stumble in the thick black fog of materialism. chogyam trungpa. i don't think he completed the sentence, and he died at 47. he doffed his robes and made everybody wear suits, he burned everybody's weed, but drowned himself in a lake of fiery liquor and burning cigs. but he was totally honest and brilliant, also perhaps a charlatan, but that's why he came to america to enlighten by fooling the fool factory. i found his memoir, born in tibet, in powell's free bin long ago and just saw the movie, crazy wisdom.

copper rinpoche.

let us mock the ego, let us build the spirit of inquisitiveness.

supposing so called you become enlightened, then what? trungpa

the idea in dharma art is to receive images. it's not an ego trip. all you did was see it and uh bring it to the surface. you sort of caught the fish, you didn't create the fish.

the world is not going to be saved by religion alone, but the world can also be saved by secular enlightenment. trungpa

things are sacred, not in a religious means, but sacred in the sense that there is a natural dignity in the way we view our world. trungpa

when the iron bird flies, buddhism will travel to the land of the red man.  padmasambava, 800 AD.