Sometime during my early years as an SHO, I remember watching a documentary about Shaolin kung fu masters. They train for a decade or more in a remote temple, waking up at five a.m. and only stopping at midnight, submitting themselves to a life of celibacy, devoid of material possessions. I couldn’t help but feel it didn’t sound that bad—at least they didn’t have to uproot their lives every year and go to a completely different temple.
