When I'm Gone, Look for Me in the East by Barry, Quan -- Read -- Imperial Library of Trantor

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Cover Also by Quan Barry Title Page Copyright Dedication Map Contents Epigraph Either You Get to Ulaanbaatar by Sundown or You Don’t

Listen Without Distraction In the Universe’s Eternal Calendar, It Is Always Now When the Only Hope Is a Boat and There Is No Boat I Am Not on the Edge of a Forest As Is Tradition, This Door Faces South There Are Times When We Must Walk Toward the Darkest Dark The Tail of a White Mongol Sheep Rock ’n’ Roll The Man’s Patterns Are Inside The Earth and Sky Never Meet Weaving Like a Dancer to Emphasize His Point We Can Smell the Milk Turning Karma Simply Means “Action” You’re Just Stuck Is All The Answer Presents Itself to Me Our Auras Hovering in the Air as We Move The Light We Carry Inside Us Can Never Be Extinguished When One Hunts the Wolf It Is a Fair Exchange Sometimes Faith Is the Only Medicine Through Either Action or Inaction, One Must Learn to Forgive The Membrane Covering My Face Translucent as Milk How Are Your Animals Fattening This Season? He-Who-Is-Always-Hooded Why Do We Need to Believe Our Lives Must Add Up to Some Grand Narrative?

The Stone and the Vicious Dog

In the Light He Shines and Glints How Quickly Things Change A Hungry Man Who Remembers the Taste of Food Conrad O Possessor of the Eye of Omnipotence—Look Upon Us with Compassion! As If Simply Stepping Over a Puddle Where I Walk, He Runs To Know the Self, One Has Only to Listen If One Gets the Opportunity to Touch the Winning Horse The Leader of Ten Thousand A Mixture of Compassion and Fury A Golden Deer Who Can Converse with Humans According to the Great Liberation Through Hearing Do Not Travel This Path

The Lotus of the Deep

We Rely on Nothing but What We Carry Inside Us A Man’s Got to Know His Limitations Then a Door Opens We Vow Not to Watch an Army Leave for Combat The Wind Horse That Powers My Life The Beautiful Arrives in Its Own Time The Sun Shines on Both the Deserving and the Undeserving I Renounce My Vows, I Renounce My Vows Closing My Eyes Changes Nothing It’s Not the Quality of Your Machine but the Quality of Your Mechanic Far from It An Hour to Sundown We Lower Ourselves into the Old Shafts The One for Whom the Sky Never Darkens You Are Not Who You Believe Yourself to Be Follow the Trail of Notes The Tsaatan Look to the World for Signs The Reindeer Is King Even After the Creature Bites Him Milk Is Like People The First Man Comes from Fire I Could Walk It with My Eyes Closed

In the Night of the Weeping Mare

No Matter How Much Butter I Lace in His Tea Every House Is a Hotel Buildings Torched, Relics Smashed Generally the Zud Appears Once in a Generation The Spirit Is Fully Dissipated His Energy Giving Strength to Others Which of These Items Belongs to You?

Our Eyes Have Vision to the Seventh Power

The Constant Arising of Uncertainty Is the Only Aspect of Life of Which We Can Be Certain Go Inside the Door in the Mountain Lord Buddha, Grant Us Safe Passage In These Spaces, Spirits Are Always Appreciated Stay and Witness What Is to Come Out! After the Hunt, You Must Sing to Your Bird Sometimes We Must Let Our Brothers the Animals Be Animals A Hunger Turns on in Their Blood There Is No Animosity Between Us Happiness Is Infectious Savor the Moment All Year Long Disaster! Perfection! As This Is the Century of Women This Is Not for Show Right Time, Right Thought, Right Speech There Are a Myriad of Ways to Exist in This World

In the Shadow of the Volcano

Oracles Are Consulted Tell Me: Is Boodog a Good Idea? The Volcano Always Stays in Sight The Snows in Lhasa There Is to Be Chanting and Incense and Candles In My Hands, It Is Both Heavier and Lighter Than I Expect In the Auspicious Month Do Not Let My Brother Die When the Red Horse Stops Running The World Is a Mystifying Place

We Walk Among the Bones of the Ancients

A Pile of Bones Lies in the Corner Do I Really Fly on a Magic Saddle Across the Himalayas? Pen, Butterfly, Milk Here in the Dreamscape Grow Up! Many of Us Are on Facebook Where Marco Polo Once Walks Among the Nations This Is His Millennium Everything Works Itself Out in Its Own Way Two Notes Spiraling Up into the Dark The World’s Largest Dinosaur Graveyard Zeal for Bones Who Would Draw the Water? Our Progress Hardly Discernible Moving the Earth and Uncovering What Is The Sky a Dark Red It Is Only an Illusion That I Am Trapped How the Great Cobra Shelters Him

As Jasmine Would Its Withered Flowers

We Should Look Upon All This as a Bubble Now a White Cord Stretches Between Us May This Come to Pass Listen Without Distraction

Do Not Seek an Easy Victory but Always Prefer a Defeat That Advances Your Learning Acknowledgments Bibliography A Note About the Author