On Memory, Mantras and Our Futures…

I remember a conversation with a friend and former coworker. We spent two summers working together as landscapers. Often this would consist of digging holes and pulling out trees. Some of it was busy work, but it produced long spells of conversation.

We spoke about religion from time to time, as the monotony and repetition quickly could become meditative. In the first year, I told him about Buddhism…