I was raised Jewish. Well, sort of. More accurately, I was raised Jappy, a “JAP” being a Jewish American Princess. But as long as I can remember, I’ve identified as a Buddhist. Don’t get me wrong, I’m also an atheist. At least on days when I’m not an agnostic. Some moments I do believe in God. These are fleeting, prompted by the smell of a coconut, the sound of thunder, the sight of the Caribbean sea. Particularly vexing is the destructive beauty of a volcano.
On Buddhism and Liberty