What Do Buddhist Monks Know About Gadgets? Everything

The morning air is still crisp. Buddhist monks, clad in saffron robes, line the front row as a room of people unroll their mats, sit down and close their eyes. A hush spreads, and meditation at the retreat begins.

The monks chant in an ancient language, which resonates and echoes against the walls, helping everyone to focus their thoughts. And as the last verse drifts into silence, the room is quiet again, a cocoon of serenity. And then, a phone rings — the familiar marimba chime of an iPhone.

A few people open their eyes, but a few more stir in their seats. As the ring continues, no one goes to shut it off. Read more...