Yoga is a path of illumination. It begins with our recognition of the restlessness and discontent inherent in the elevator music of modern life. The melody nags and goads us constantly, whether we acknowledge it or not, toward awareness of impermanence and how our lives veer back and forth between desire and fear. We intuitively sense there is a better way to live. This engenders another desire, an inchoate longing that will provide impetus as we stumble forward toward god knows what. Without this initial recognition we doom ourselves to primitive instincts run amok, especially greed and clinging to more and more transient stuff in our effort to turn off that damn music, to find meaning and put an end to this gnawing dissatisfaction..
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