Laughs and Lobotomies

I don’t believe in the worship of humans

I think Maharishi was a crook, criminal, and a fraud.

But I also think there is value in quieting the mind.

And even more in thinking for oneself.

Especially in a world where it is so rarely required to do so.

You can be the mirror.

Or the parrot.

Or you can be the lone noosed man suspended in air for a fraction of a fraction of time, in prayer that the rope will not reach its full length, that its coarse fibers will snap before his neck.

For the sin of disagreement.

And hang you they will.