Many years ago, at a conference, the Dalai Lama was asked, “What do you think is going to happen in the world fifty years from now?” He paused, then looked up and replied, “I don’t have any idea.” Laughing, he said, “I don’t even know what kind of tea I’ll be having with dinner tonight. How could I possibly know what will happen in the world fifty years from now?”
If I’d been there, sitting close to that most famous of Buddhist teachers, I’d have laughed, too. After all, my friends thought I was being unrealistic when I started The Sun in 1974 with no staff, no office, and no money. They were right, of course. But one day at a time, week after week, month after month, year after year, the magazine survived. In the midst of that, an implausible idea occurred to me: If I kept working hard, could I make sure The Sun would be around for fifty years?
