A popular idea amongst many who study various yoga’s, is the idea that our personal story- our life’s drama- arises out of our habitual tendency to recoil away from totality and confide in a false ego sense of “I”. Personally, I see a great deal of truth in this.

Life often sucks. The good moments end too soon and the bad seem to be endless. What's the point? Beauty is adored because of its contrasting ugliness; our relationships are tightly clung to because of inevitable isolation.