Well, it’s mostly horseshit, mighty Mick, about renouncing associations & all belongings except the meager cloths on one’s back; emptying one’s pockets, one’s void & one’s intentions…& live in a cave at night...and wander the days…alone mostly…and where people will give you food sometimes.  It answers the age old question:  Dad, why does that ol’ bum wander up and down this same street every day mumbling to himself?  Because he’s studying the teachings of Milarepa, son;…go give him this burrito. 

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No, really there are jewels of though all throughout in the right state of mind.

All the water and drink you’ve consumed

Through beginningless time until now

Has failed to slake thirst or bring you contentment.

Drink therefore this stream

Of enlightenment mind, fortunate ones.

               ~ Milarepa

I’ll keep my eyes open for Padmasambhava and Shantideva. and myself. and brocoilli. And Killians [can’t stomach the black stuff, mate, …tastes like pipe resin & day old burnt hardwood to me :o] . and the cold wet dark depressing winter evenings that are surely to besiege the unwary soon enough….