September Little Italy, the historic North End of Boston: I was born. My mother, narcissistic mean cruel and abusive, was perfect for me.
The streets were violent — perfect!
I’ll explain …
I was 7 and too young to leave — could I breathe in a particular way to change my feelings, thoughts and how I felt? I made up different breathing ways, rhythms and techniques to no avail.
At the age of 12 years, I would sit in the family attic for 8 hours at a time watching the Sun move through the room, thinking, I didn’t want my happiness to be derived from who I thought I was or should be. Happiness shouldn‘t be attached to an idea or concept.
If it wasn’t for my violent mother I wouldn‘t be working on the parallelisms of Hinduism, Christianity, and Metaphysics. The origins of thought, motion, creation …
If I had a happy soccer mom, it may not happen.
When Buddha realized Buddhism it was because he left the safeness of the family compound into the world of misery.
If Buddha had a happy soccer mom we would only have soccer.