Mandalay Hill, Mandalay, Myanmar. I talked with a teenage monk for a long time. He told me his family name, his monk name, and the name he was given to use in English class, which is Jim. I said, ” Well then, I will easily remember you always, since this was the name of my Father. “
He got all bug-eyed at that, like as if it was a big, cosmic coincidence. Of course, monks know a lot of things I don’t, so who’s to say?