Tenzin: Can you do me an immense favor? Wolf: Anything. I'm here for you all day. Tenzin: I worked in palliative care for many years with my brothers at the monastery. We used ritual to travel consciously to death. I hoped to return home to die, but time is not on my side. I will die today. Wolf: Hey, you can't, you can't know that for sure. Tenzin: I have seen it enough to know. The aura of death is upon me. My brothers will bring the ritual tea and I will go on a trip. Wolf: A trip? Tenzin: Inward. Psilocybin is the main ingredient. Wolf: Shrooms? Tenzin: We've used it for centuries, but it's misunderstood here. Wolf: Also, you know, it's not legal. Tenzin: Will you protect me from interference so that I may have a good death?