"The wind went by. Of the house remained the open well and the ruined root. And it's useless to cry. And if you beat on God's walls, and if you rip your hair or your shirt off, nobody ever listens, nobody watches. No one comes back, nothing. It never returns, the gold dust of life..."
Something about the dead of Major Sabines, 1973
The name's César Alpuche (firstname.lastname@example.org), this is a place for corniness and abstract thinking. Poems I post are written by me, and the proper references are included when they aren't. This is also a place for suposition and to give me a time to procrastinate. I don't focus on anything specific, but that's just how I am.
Just so you know, the ahamkara is the ego that keeps us from realizing our universality, giving us a false sense of individuality by differentiation with another object, giving place to maya, or illusion. It's basically the obstacle that prevents us from achieving unity, reason why it must be elliminated.