To Max King, A Chinese immigrant-family prodigy, you were more American than most Americans. Inseparables from first contact, you accompanied the Vidyadhara like the trail of a comet. Never compromising demeanor and genuineness with self-importance, you spoke your mind like a long Chinese landscape scroll. Though shy and unassuming yet razor sharp, you never failed to release an arrow of insight, observation and appreciation to the target of whomever you encountered. Though dedicated and settled, you never relinquished your playful dance, your utter passion for passion itself. Though challenging as are we all, your pure heart, mischievousness and sincerity magnetized the most magnificent partner, Michelle, and the most exceptional son, Mikyo. Though raised and braised in banal American culture, you conveyed the spice and flavor of the Chinese ancestral sovereigns. Like water around rocks, you spread the flow of natural Taoist wisdom through your ever-nuanced humor. Though separated by oceans and generations, your demand of propriety and precision carried the spirit of Confucius to these shores. Wielding the cleaver of prajna and love in the kitchen of the guru’s vajra world, you cooked up countless feasts of devotion. Serving so many lineage holders, you have nurtured the pipeline of blessings to our world. You will be found in the branches of the lineage tree. Though tasked with checking people out for their purchases, you were masterful at adding conversational cheer and goodness to hundreds of lives, free of charge. Though your physical and mind karma met with unimaginable challenges, you have never lost your wonderful dignity for even a moment. You have rendered suffering into an adamantine sword of presence. Through your sometimes tsunami of tears flooded and pierced us, it was apparent you were only so yearning to connect with us all once again…you opened our hearts continuously. Though you endured the ravages of dementia, you never lost track of your goodness. Your goodness never lost track of you. Though a great pool of sanity, you provocatively teased us into outrageousness…you will always be affectionately “Mad Max!” We old practitioners never die, we only suddenly burst forth with a final HA HA! Love to Mad Max! Love from Clarke Warren, an old friend and companion on a winding path into nowness. We have arrived!