I HAD THE RARE EXPERIENCE OF BEING INVITED TO A MONASTERY IN TIBET FOR EARLY MORNING PRAYERS. A HUNDRED MONKS CHANTING, MURMERING, BLOWING STRANGE HORNS, BEATING STRANGE DRUMS, GONGS, CYMBALS. THE SMELL OF INCENSE AND YAK BUTTER LAMPS. MESMERIZING. WHEN STRESS IS AT ITS WORST, I SIT QUIETLY AND REMEMBER THOSE FEW HOURS OF TOTAL HYPNOTIC PEACE.

I HAVE DECIDED TO IGNORE MY CAPSLOCK PROBLEM AND GET ON WITH MY LIFE.