So 'His Holiness', the Dalai Lama, set foot again, at last, upon Dunedin soil. Well good on 'im, I wish him well. From all account's the dude's a real cool sort of a fella, one of a kind in fact. One out of the bag, as they say. I've no doubts about the reality of that - at all. Just, pretty please, don't call him such a pretentious and untrue thing. Coz he, simply, ain't. Not now, not ever - at least upon this celestial orb. One day p'rhaps.
One only fulfilled that description. they held Him up to ridicule, they spat in His face, they scourged, and ultimately crucified Him - on an old rugged cross. Held up to public shame and abuse. Yeah, That One you can call holy. Coz He was; absolutely; in every way. It oozed from His every pore, especially as He squirmed and agonized, despaired and cried out in lonely abandon. But don't pretend that's all a fiction.
Coz it weren't, it ain't. Not now - not ever. Sorry, you miss that, and ya've missed all that really matters.
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