Reply #44: It also doesn't make you any more of what you are, Tony.

[Gabi Hayes]

everybody dies, don't they?

you choose to do it very publicly, apparently

so what?

sorry, but, while I wish him no ill, nor any suffering, I hold him in HIGH dudgeon for what he has helped wreak upon the world

what on earth does that have to do with his illness?

two entirely different circumstances. if he'd gotten run over by a truck, what would the conversation regarding his demise have been like

so long, Tony, may you have better luck finding enlightenment next time around

sorry if that sounds harsh, but I've seen worse, sadder things in my day, and his tale of sorrow just doesn't do much for me



"So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy; a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald — striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one — big hitter, the Lama — long, into a 10,000 foot crevice, right at the base of this glacier.

And do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... Gunga, gunga galunga. So we finish the 18th and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know?" And he says, 'Oh, there won't be any money. But when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness.' So I got that goin' for me, which is nice."