I liked his voice, rich and unself-conscious even when he forgot words and hummed to fill in the gap. What I didn't understand, I imagined, and thus it became a love song.

I guess there's a lot we hope for that never happens.

Or is this how humans survive, shrugging off history, immersing themselves in the moment?

But maybe as I get older, I begin to see beauty where I least expected it before.

How can I forgive if you are not ready to give up that which caused you to stumble?

Buddha's Wife tells a fascinating story, little known in the west, about the woman whom Buddha left behind. Gabriel Constans focuses the reader's attention on the strong and complicated women who surrounded Buddha and makes us re-think the nature of spiritual life.

Because ultimately only the witness -- and not the actors -- knows the truth (Vyasa to Draupadi)