The More We Run From A Problem,

I'd Spent Thirty Years Visiting The Dalai Lama, And Twenty Years As A Journalist Going To Difficult Places, War Zones And Revolutions From North Korea To Haiti And Beirut To Sri Lanka, And The Question Came Up: What Does This Man Have To Offer To This World Which Seems So Torn Up And So Attached To Conflict?

One Curiosity Of Being A Foreigner Everywhere Is That One Finds Oneself Discerning Edens Where The Locals See Only Purgatory.

Dalai Lama Was Leading His Country During The Rigors Of World War Ii, He Was In Beijing For A Year In 1954; He Was Up Against Mao Zedong And Zhou Enlai From The Time That He Was Fifteen. So He's No Newcomer Or Naive When It Comes To Politics.

A Comma . . . Catches The Gentle Drift Of The Mind In Thought, Turning In On Itself And Back On Itself, Reversing, Redoubling, And Returning Along The Course Of Its Own Sweet River Music; While The Semicolon Brings Clauses And Thoughts Together With All The Silent Discretion Of A Hostess Arranging Guests Around Her Dinner Table.

For Centuries, Cubas Greatest Resource Has Been Its People.