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Andrew Harvey, A Journey in Ladakh: "Slowly I relaxed, gave up my sense of baffled and half-ironic detachment and began to delight in everything--in the faces of the old nuns . . . with their hands always folded in prayer, in the . . . sly unctuous movements of the dogs, in the way the monks poured the tea, in the turquoise and pearl earrings of the young women, swaying slightly above their shoulders as they prayed, in the noise, all the elements of it, the chanting, the singing, the talking, the muffled cries of the young children, the creak of the great monastery doors . . . I began to experience a little of what it might be like to live all one's life as a meditation, to feel every action spacious and delightful, every gesture part of a prayer that had no beginning and no end, that was older and fresher than any ritual, however elaborate and beautiful."