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A night in prison always makes me feel better. Tonight, a very lively argument/discussion on how to understand karma in the light of shunyata--and (from me) tales of Guatemala, where life is so much better and so much worse than theirs. And I smuggled in two scarves for the altar, which is getting quite colorful, mostly red and gold, but some various prayer flags, too. We talked about returning to the basics in meditation and then practiced a little longer than usual. Everyone seemed to feel good about it. I never cease to be amazed at how people can learn to admit the terrible things they have done, face life in prison with no chance of parole, and still stay alive and moving forward,