I am a tibetan, I am a simple monk, i live in Tibet in the Thrangu Tashi Choling Monastery. My life is in service to the Buddha. Now my world has been shaken and my life lays in rubble and in ruin. I lay prostrated before the Buddha and i see my brothers and sisters around me also laying on the floor. I first thought they were prostrating before Buddha same as i was, but they are not moving, i am not moving, why are we not moving? I do not have any feeling in my legs or back, i cannot seem to get up to do my prostrations. My fellow monks and nuns around me are not moving either, I glance around moving my head carefully, looking up at the Buddha statue I am shocked to see the statue shattered. The roof of the temple is caved in and I can see the sky. This has been my home all my life and my fathers home before me, I can trace my family line back 1300 years of monastic life in this beautiful temple, now I lay here broken, unable to move and all is in ruins. Well just as the Buddha said about the impermanence of life this is surely proof of that. I try once again to move and try to sit up and I feel something pressing against my neck, pulling it out from under me to see what it is and it to seems almost poetic to find of all the holy books in this beautiful temple the one I am laying on is Bardo Thodol, best known as the Tibetan Book of the Dead. As I glance through the plates of the Bardo Thodol I glance around at all my fellow monks and nuns laying helpless and motionless around me and start to recite the Bardo Thodol.