I was at my local library this evening and saw a moving ceremony by a few Buddhist monks. They used various colors of sand to decorate a board and then when the art was complete it was destroyed. They say that it is because beauty doesn't last. While there I saw this young man praying as the monks chanted. It was a very moving sight. His hair was pulled up in a bun on top of his head and he was adorned in a tunic with loose fitting trousers and plain brown leather shoes. I could hardly take my eyes off of him.