When I was just a teenager in the Dorje Kasung, in the early 2000’s, Paul was an easy friend to make. He had an elegance and old-fashioned style exuding a carefree confidence that relished the sweet moments. Even though he was sometimes a contentious fellow, as was I at times indeed, whenever I crossed paths with him throughout the years, it was never the contention that came to remembrance but the sweet and simple friendship we shared and a subtle mutual appreciation. One time, when I was very randomly visiting the stupa in at RMDC, traveling many hundreds of miles just to practice kora for a few moments en route to another destination, there was Mr Wegener, in his gaunt, cheerful, frankenstieny candor, intercepting me as once again we crossed paths to circumambulate and share a few special minutes in our favorite place, talking amiably about our devoted love of the dharma and the ironies of living an enlightened life in the pits of samsara. Blessings to Paul, and to his liberation, or fortunate rebirth.