There is an axiom here in this neck of the woods which goes something like,
'It is hell to be poor in Texas.' Oh, that's it. This is my home. I can
never leave this place, ever. I can't be the Dalai Lama of the Western
Hemisphere... at least not for more than a day or two because I'm way too
Texas for that. What is the meaning of Dalai Lama? To me, it's a person
who has found a happy place that he can't leave because of his
responsibilities towards others. There should be a Dalai Lama of the
Western Hemisphere but it shouldn't be me. Two words: Napoleon Complex.
Let that be a lesson to Budhists the world over. Peace? Shalom? I don't
trust peace. My home is on the front line in the war zone and it always
will be.