With my hands in prayer I kneel in front of a golden altar piece and listen to a young woman chant in Sanskrit.  Her voice is thin, angelically high, and sweet.  The ancient words and melodies seem to float over the spicy incense filled air, foggy and dream-like.  She hands me a cup of warm ghee which I drink in one big gulp without hesitating.

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