There is no perfect

'The Himalayas taught me there is no perfect - there's only balance with pain and bliss, sea-level and summits, hate and love, samsara [wandering in different states of cyclic existence] and nirvana. The path is our individual responsibility, and it isn't always pretty'  - Jane Marshall Back Over the Mountains 

Recent listening and reading: 
Stephan Thelen, World Dialogue - Kronos & Al Pari Quartets
Gandhi, A Memoir - William L Shirer
Retreat - Nat Segnit

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