The Punisher

The simplest phrases are often the most complex to internalize and make your own. The metaphor of the clenched fist (= holding on to something for oneself) and the open hand (= sharing with others) is as old as time. Just as old is the fact that everyone (and I mean EVERYONE) does not put it into practice. This should make the more confident and shrewd individuals who frequent this site (and beyond...) reflect.

Those who know me (or who "knew" me in days gone by) know very well that when I get angry, I use completely different tones and words. So to say that I get angry TODAY when I'm contradicted is an absolute nonsense. As for the pressure, I try to keep it low for as long as I can, and in fact, I don't get as angry as I used to... :-)

I don't care about the MAN-OSHO. I have read what he says, WHAT he says, and HOW he says it, and I find it extremely fascinating. The fact that his cult has become a bunch of con artists doesn’t concern me at all; after all, on a physical level, he was a man like all of us, with his vanities and weaknesses. I repeat: I only consider his words... and that's all I need.

Better to be considered a "bad apple" than to be regarded as a "Zero Point Nothing" like you, Mr. Bilquis, yet another fake of who knows which other character from this site... I must commend the impeccable oratory of MIEN MO MAN towards Bartleboom (even though I don't know either of them...)

Yogananda, however, is more complex and less pleasant to read...

Ahahahaah SYD: .... you talk and judge randomly WITHOUT ever having listened to the album in question and WITHOUT having even read the review... look, with the Masterpieces of the past, one can "also" play and reinterpret them (like Dalì or Andy Warhol did with the Mona Lisa by Da Vinci, just to say...). In short, I don't think that the P. Floyd would be scandalized by this playful reinterpretation of their best-selling album... come on, relax Syd and be less uptight and more consistent with the nickname you chose :-)

I'll note it down, Kosmo, even though I already have 19 on my bedside table to finish, including "Il lato nascosto delle cose" by C.W. Leadbeater, which I recommend...

...there is no time limit to learning things, and defining these texts as "trinkets" (as you've done) says a lot about your evolutionary state. Unless you've already learned everything from life.

To fully appreciate it, it largely depends on whether you are 18 or if you have surpassed 40...

Stupid review. Album in the same vein.