Confusion, quickness to anger, addictive tendencies, relationship dysfunction, depression, unbearable emptiness and fear, despair, hopelessness, anxiety about a lack of viability in both society and the economic community, and a pervading sense of loss about what might have been, and what has been irremediably lost are some of the daily emotional and real world concerns of those in the slag heap in the wake of this most imperfect of masters.

With the passage of time, hatred of the man runs its course and in the end runs out of steam. There is simply no more fuel. But the hurt and the damage and the dysfunction do not dissipate as fast. In fact, for some, the damage is permanent and unyielding to the passage of time.

There is no cost for this kind of careless destruction; there is no salve, no kind words, no sweet undersanding which can restore to a person's life a reversal of these wounds - they are etched in a personal history, and inform the rest of their lives.

I don't know, maybe this is overly dramatic. Maybe those so badly damaged just have a knack for it - were going to be bruised by something anyway, if not Maharaji then some other false god. But that does not remove Maharaji from responsibility in these destructions, in these soul deep wounds.