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I just saved a picture of Spalding Gray to my computer.  In it, you see his head, floating in small waves, his body just a blur below him.  His eyes are closed.  A wave splashes with white foam behind, breaking around his head like a high collar.  The large rocks in the distance look exotic, and since I just finished reading Swimming to Cambodia, I imagine it's the exotic Indian Ocean while he's filming The Killing Fields.  He looks peaceful.  I wanted to save that part, the peaceful part.  The part where Spalding Gray is one with the ocean and the world and his pain is gone and his doubt is gone and he is one, the Zen master, at peace.