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Lewis MacAdams
You don't want to fall like Mullholland,
so you try to reign in your self-righteousness;
but it's not working.  You're still stressed.
You need a stress test.  Which you're going to get
in the next 24 hours or less I would guess, when you
try to separate the plodders from the plotters.

I attended a press conference held by Rangjung Rigpe Dorje, the 16th
reincarnation of the Gyalwa Karmapa.  Noting that he wasn't feeling
well, I asked him what lessons we could derive from being sick. 
"Illness reminds us of the meaning of impermanence," he replied.
At the end of the Jack Kerouac School's second annual summer
session at Naropa Institute, teachers were re-paid by a fifteen minute
audience with Chogyam Trungpa, Rinpoche, the Buddhist University's
President.  "What is love, Rinpoche?" I blurted out almost before I sat
down.  Across the desk from me, Trungpa smiled and shrugged his
shoulders, palms up, as if to say "Who knows?"

from BLUE BOOK #3

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