The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari

wounds that were keeping me from living with the laughter,
energy and fulfillment I knew that I deserved. I felt moved.
"I'll have to leave soon. You have commitments which are
pressing on your time and I have my own work to tend to," Julian
said apologetically.
"My work can wait."
"Unfortunately, mine can't," he said with a quick smile.
"But before I leave, I must reveal the final element of "Yogi
Raman's magical fable. You will recall that the sumo wrestler who
walked out of the lighthouse in the middle of a beautiful garden
with nothing more than a pink wire cable covering his private
parts slipped on a shiny gold stopwatch and fell to the ground.
After what seemed like an eternity, he finally regained
consciousness when the marvellous fragrance of the yellow roses
reached his nose. He then jumped to his feet in delight and was
astonished to see a long, winding path studded with millions of tiny
diamonds. Of course, our friend the sumo wrestler took the path
and, in doing so, lived happily ever after."
"Seems plausible," I chuckled.
"Yogi Raman had quite a vivid imagination, I'll agree. But you
have seen that his story has a purpose and that the principles it
symbolizes are not only powerful — they are highly practical."
"True," I agreed without reservation.
"The path of diamonds, then, will serve to remind you of the
final virtue for enlightened living. By carrying this principle with
you through your daily work, you will enrich your life in a way that
is difficult for me to describe. You will begin to see the exquisite
wonders in the simplest of things and live with the ecstacy you
deserve. And by carrying out your promise to me and sharing it
with others, you will also allow them to transform their world from