We then came to the Soviet Union. One day we were walking and carrying our banner and distributing a few leaflets in Russian to people, and we met two women on the road.
I was pursuing the inner path at the expense of the rest of my being and the rest of the world.
I and a friend of mine called Mannon talked together, and we both decided to walk this journey.
Monks will have three begging bowls for their food: one for water, one for liquid food, one for dry food.
That was my childhood. I grew up with the monks, studying Sanskrit and meditating for hours in the morning and hours in the evening, and going once a day to beg for food.
Kennedy had been assassinated a month or so before. So we walked to the grave of John Kennedy and ended our walking symbolically at the Arlington National Cemetery.