Truth? Everybody has theirs, or so they believe. Where it appears to be couples dancing, there is but a single dancer who hasn’t only enchanted the crowd with a rhythm shrouded in mystique, but imprinted on their fantasies as well. Craving control we protect these fantasies from interruption, and that one dancer is forgotten, that one truth is overlooked. Ultimately that craving for control is corruption in its developing stage. As all cravings are poison to the soul and midst over the truth. Craving suggest that we must own it, such a state of mind renders appreciation insincere and understanding obsolete. — Francois Ausar Rigaud
Namaste,
T.O.
