To say this book is written by the Dalai Lama is an exaggeration. The author interviews and I’m sure paraphrased him. But paraphrasing causes change in meaning and also sounds unnatural. It felt meaningless to me. I put the book away when he describe how he realized as an art student that art helped no one. So he became a doctor. As a side note he said he now respects and appreciates the arts. Well. If he doesn’t understand how essential the arts are to the existence of humanity then he didn’t get anything at all from the Dalai Lama and I had to stop reading right there.