When I think of lineage, I think of all the teachers I’ve had that have influenced me. I can sometimes be so overwhelmed when I sit at my weekly sangha here in Berkeley with the profound guidance offered by the Buddha and how it has come to me 2500+ years later and be moved to tears. I’m also thinking about my personal lineage … my grandparents, my parents, my school teachers. And I’ve also started to notice when I’ve been given a “fourth sight” by random people. I recently learned about the “fourth sight” which is from the story of the Buddha when he left the palace with his attendant for the first few times and encountered first someone sick, then someone old, and someone dying (not necessarily in that order). His fourth sight was of a beggar who was profoundly at peace and happy. I’m paraphrasing, but it really struck me. We learn from beings everywhere and all the time.