The Dalai Lama has often claimed he is a simple person. Though this may come off a little coy, on one level it rings true. Isnt our image of holiness just a place holder for what we all might be if our best moments were multiplied to an nth degree of consistency? The religious icons of compassion reach out to us in an apotheosis of recognizably human caring. The chinese goddess Kwan Yin weeps as she extends her thousand-armed embrace to those who need comfort. The Hindi deity Hauman, depicted as 1/2 ape, 1/2 god, cleaves open his chest to reveal his naked, undefended heart. The sacred heart of Jesus, son of man, is pierced with thorns, bleeds real blood. Vulnerability, these images say, is holy. It is our capacity to be profoundly moved by each other that makes us whole.