Far.From.Here
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I know they went by many names--and were styled in technicolor coats of many shades. Those who misunderstood him might have a look at David DiValerio's "The Holy Madmen of Tibet." These revered monks slapped drinks from the hands of kings, draped themselves in the bowels and skin of the recently deceased and sometimes even ate their own shit. These public displays of "madness" cracked the shell of complacency, allowing those who dared to peel away the translucent membrane to see the world unobscured, if only for a moment.
What a shame.
What a shame.