The Brave Pedestrian

…was pressing the blunt heavy chopper to his throat unnecessarily hard, grinding it into adam’s apple. “Die, you filthy monk! You lying dirty bastard! You betrayed the trust with which I sent my wife to prostrate before you… swine! Now you die!” he was screaming into his ear. Guru Vaastava wished his disciples would learn to express even anger in a gentle whisper. A trickle of blood soaked the saffron cloth on his chest. His mind was numb from the sudden attack of this obedient disciple, Ramana, in the dead of night. Oh yes, he remembered Ramana’s wife… how could he not remember those perfectly-formed white thighs? How could he forget the look of surprised pleasure in her eyes? He remembered how he had bid her to lie on her back in the prayer room, in front of the black stone linga that she had so lovingly rubbed with sandalwood. Under the stony gaze of the hooded serpent, he had gently caressed her toes and feet as she lay whimpering in passion… caressed her calf-muscles with a c...

I feel it’s just part of being a man that your mind is capable of sublime thoughts as well as profanity, sometimes within the space of a single second. Maybe it is because these are only imaginary classifications, distinctions that we make because of our acculturation and upbringing. I personally hold that the sacred and the profane live cheek-by-jowl, not only in our minds but even in the world… in the Supermind, if I may use that coinage. I believe that a man of depth is familiar with all dimensions of his body and mind — accepts everything, judges nothing, loves or loathes nothing. By extension, I believe that a true man of depth loves the world in its entirety, even if he engages outwardly in efforts to change some things within himself, or in the world. I don’t know if it works the same way for women. I know that there’s this widespread belief that a kiss is a kiss, arousal is arousal, a f**k is a f**k, an orgasm is an orgasm, irrespective of whether you’re a man or a wom...

[I have some some pungent views about why life is the way it is, and why people are the way they are. I believe that life is assymetrical i.e. it is not entirely fair from a politically-correct human point of view. What's sauce for the goose may not necessarily be sauce for the gander. If you feel that my views are inconsistent with being a nice, civilized human being, relax, you aren't the only one who thinks so.] Dedicated to ‘Why Name’, who thinks all men are creeps. My wife often sighs that I have sex on my mind all the time. She’s right, but I think that holds true for most males. So why did evolution make us males this way? Why does it only take a half-witted curvy female to sweet-talk practically any male from nine to ninety into doing silly things, staking his social standing, relationships and future happiness? And why do we men often exhibit such “lack of commitment to the mother of his children”? (That’s how nagging, aggrieved women word it; we men see it somew...