This is like something out of a Murakami book.
The craziest thing happened just happened to me. I was reading a translation
of the yoga sutras of Patanjali, who was this big yogic philosopher,
and it's so. Good. It's like... it explains that you can control
your whole existence if you control your mind. Anywho, I was on the
"yogas chittam vritti nirodha," which means that you can be in control
by letting go through yoga (and it's the sutra that the entire body of the sutras try and explain [but if you understand it, you don't need to read the rest], so it's like the pinnacle), and this Indian woman came up. She said
"what are you reading?" and I showed her the cover. It has a picture
of Swami Sivananda on the cover. She said "when will you come back
here?" and I said "I don't know, I just came across from the
bookstore..." and she walked away.
What does that mean?
?!?!???!?!
of the yoga sutras of Patanjali, who was this big yogic philosopher,
and it's so. Good. It's like... it explains that you can control
your whole existence if you control your mind. Anywho, I was on the
"yogas chittam vritti nirodha," which means that you can be in control
by letting go through yoga (and it's the sutra that the entire body of the sutras try and explain [but if you understand it, you don't need to read the rest], so it's like the pinnacle), and this Indian woman came up. She said
"what are you reading?" and I showed her the cover. It has a picture
of Swami Sivananda on the cover. She said "when will you come back
here?" and I said "I don't know, I just came across from the
bookstore..." and she walked away.
What does that mean?
?!?!???!?!