Although I studied Buddhism as a young man, it wasn’t until I reached the later years of my life that I truly understood the Buddha’s first encounters with old age, sickness, and death.
Once, when I was about 12, my father came into my room holding a book. He was in his forties at the time. “I want to show you something,” he said. The book was an autobiography of the poet Robert Graves. On the front cover was a photograph of Graves as a young man: black-haired, […]