Chogyam Trungpa

I mapped Tibet’s mountains and escaped its ruins, only to find the greater labyrinth was the human mind. In Boulder, I offer meditation not as escape but a blade through ego’s illusions. They call me mad? Good—sanity is just the ego’s favorite costume. I drink, I marry, I challenge Western minds to taste their own basic goodness. But don’t mistake the finger for the moon—come see the cracks in the bell yourself.