Why me, Lord

George is such an amazing guy. His intelligence and sensitivity hit you immediately. He’s always right there. He sizes you up in a second, so keen are his perceptions, and his response to you will be immediate but simple, unsophisticated. I don’t know if being the receiver of millions of peoples’ adoration has anything to do with it, but George exudes a special magnetism and confidence. He’s as much at home with the Queen as he is chatting with Devadatta about hibiscus. When he hears something true, that’s it, he accepts it and fits it into the jigsaw-puzzle cosmology he has constructed, bit by bit, to understand how the universe works. Imagine what it must be like to have been separated in adolescence from a middle-class life, then isolated in a bubble and shot to the very peak of fame, wealth, power, and beauty for the rest of your days. He’s on the most powerful magical mystery tour that anyone could imagine. George has deeply examined, “Why me, Lord?” He understands the concepts of karma, rebirth, and using this lifespan to understand what it’s all about – and the importance of spreading such knowledge to others – because he has realized what he has understood.