Internationaal gesproken: christelijke koekoeken kunnen niet weerleggen dat het Tibetaans dodenboek het beste gebed te bieden heeft.

>Anything that has a shape will crumble away. Anything in a flock will disband. We are all like bees, alone in this world, buzzing and searching with no place to rest. So we offer this prayer: Delusions are as various as the reflections of the moon on a rippling sea. Beings become so easily caught in a net of confused pain. May I develop compassion as boundless as the sky, so that all may rest in the clear light of their own awareness.”