Monday night at around midnight I got a sudden impulse to re-read Rainbow Painting by Tulku Urgyen Rinpoche. I looked in my Dharma bookshelf and couldn't find it. I then checked all of my bookshelves, twice, and still couldn't find it anywhere. I thought I must have loaned it to someone. It was getting pretty late so, reluctantly, I went to bed. The next morning I glanced at my Dharma bookshelf from across the dining room and immediately saw it. It was the first book on the shelf. Eye level. Completely obvious. Later that day I got a message from a friend that Jack had passed overnight. 10 years ago, Jack told me to buy that book. I could say so much more about all he taught me and the tremendous effect his magic had on me, but this seems just right. Anyone who knew him knew that he was a master of coincidence. I'll miss you, my friend.