Got to go see a mandala of the medicine Buddha being made by the Tibetan monks. They come every year to the Crow Asian Art museum, but this is the first time I’ve gotten to see them personally. I got to talk to one of them, his name was Gyatso (just like His Holiness the Dalai Lama) and he was my age. (Eternally 29 of course. Hehe, just kidding. Mid-thirties really.) They were going to destroy this beautiful painting after it was completed, of course. Symbol of the truth of impermanence. And then they would pour this mandala into Turtle Creek when it was all over, to send its blessing out into the waters of the world.