My friend Sam just died, a few days ago, of causes unknown to me. He was in his twenties.
I think I'm still in shock, because I keep forgetting this has happened.
Sam was my tent mate and room mate on my pilgrimage to Mount Kailash. He wasn't a Buddhist, but he went anyway. He was very athletic, unlike myself. My contribution was to tell him what I knew about minds.
I learnt a lot from him. It's hard to put it into words but his way of being is in me, somehow. He had a superbly straightforward and upright nature. It wasn't just the group of Buddhists who influenced me on that incredibly helpful trip. It was Sam. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have made it around the mountain without his persistent encouragement.
Some people have been pretty beastly to me this week, and it reminds me of the last time a close person died, and I was called a "moron" out of the blue in some online forum. For no particular reason, other than the fact that I was stating a disagreement.
But I'm feeling pretty cranky right now. Please try to be somewhat boundaried with me.
Oh, I guess I finished the final draft of Hyperobjects and sent it in.
Sorry to hear that Tim. These events are horrible for us all.
ReplyDeleteSorry to hear that Tim. These events hurt us all.
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