Tim, very well put. To be a premie is to remain in an unformed childish state. One where you have no (evil) thoughts of your own! To be in an artificial womb. Before my ashram days, my wild hippie days/daze, I tried heroin once. I totally hated it. Hated it vehemently! I felt like I was in this place apart from experiencing life, an artificial womb. I could see why someone would want to go through life not feeling, with a thick membrane protecting one from directly interacting with the intensity of living. Then why oh why did I turn around and jump right into another artificial womb of K/Ji/ashram life?After 50 years of this life, it is no wonder premies are so afraid to bust out of this bubble and walk out into the rough and tumble experience called life. Years ago I spent a week or so at the Maher Baba retreat center in North Myrtle Beach, SC. I was hanging in the common kitchen/dining room chatting with some long time "Baba Lovers." One was drinking coffee from a mug where the handle formed the large beak of a toucan. The man said this mug looked like Baba, who had a big nose. Everything in his life looked like Baba. Well, I felt I was looking in a mirror. Years I felt like the world looked like a short pudgy narcissist!
Now the whole world looks like a giant orange blob topped with a yellow ferret! URGH
