The Mahabharata is highly symbolic; while a dramatic historical study of a kingdom, it is also an allegory of human morality, psychology, and a transformative theology.
If and when it becomes an ingrained part of one’s daily habits, a full and fulfilling yama/niyama practice can exist with some ease, but it will never be easy.
Artist ‘til the end, on the deathbed altar of music, arguably some of his most influential work fifty years forward will be the Davie Jones blindfolded, black button-eyed amalgamated visions of dying and transcendence played out like eerie prophecy.
The creative process extends one’s immortality into the spheres cast amidst a stadium of stars.
These basic ideas I call myth, not using the word ‘myth’ to mean simply something untrue, but to use the word ‘myth’ in a more powerful sense. A myth is an image in terms of which we try to make sense of the world.
I forgot that adolescence is beautiful like a cut of meat is beautiful; even foodies acknowledge the savagery in it.
We women apologize too much, and we need to rescue ourselves from it.
It is often said that everything comes in threes. From the strongest geometrical symbol (the triangle) to the number of lights in a traffic light; from the Hanson brothers to Destiny’s child to Freud’s theory of the personality (id, ego, superego).