If one more crap swallowing chakra for brains asks me if I’ve taken up yoga “yet” I’m going to twist them into the shape of a pretzel, shove them into a box and mail them to the bottom of the Ganges.

You are free to believe whatever you want. If the concept of transcendentalism makes you feel better, live it... love it. I don’t mind. I’ll even bit my tongue, nod and pretend to listen to you for a half minute or so when you tell how it has improved your life. But do not try to suck me into your fashionable exercise cult belief system. Yoga shares a file on my hard drive with Thai Chi, Christianity, automobile marketing, music marketing, anti-WTO activism, neo-conservatism, liberation theology, Kabbalah, Sufism and just about any other value system that one is prone to use the word “freedom” to express (either correctly or not); whether as a political concept by the current administration, or if repeated by Richie Havens one-hundred thousand times at the beginning of some music festival because all the rest of the musicians are too busy tripping balls to be able to find the stage.