OR, there is this:

I love you Guru Maharaji, and thank you for helping me to become what I am, encouraging me to meditate, and for providing an iconic focus on which I could objectify and love the best in myself, at least long enough to realize it was just me all along (regardless of your motives).  And thank you for the circle you were a magnet for, the exceptional comrades I learned from, friends met, the opportunity to have my beautiful son from the the woman I would never have met otherwise, yada, yada, yada.

Or both.

Ahhhhhh, cognitive dissonance!!!  And hopefully us Sapiens' ability to hold multiple perspectives simultaneously to move the species along.

The thing is, of these two perspectives, he (the actual person that we are not too fond of anymore) sort of disappears in the second perspective, and 'I' get to keep what is rightfully mine while 'he' gets marginalized, thus dis-empowered from continuing to exert any influence on my existence vis-a-vis my anger or any other perceivable psycho-emotional connection.  He doesn't know nor would he give a fuck what I think or feel about him anyway.  Besides, he's just just a figurehead, a kid railroaded by circumstance into a role beyond any mere mortal, continuing to play the game because he just does not know any better.

Maybe a third perspective?:

I am truly grateful for whomever and whatever circumstances that have led me to what I am and who I love, and I choose to quietly accept and honor all that has been part of this unexpected gift of life.

(just fun with perspectives)

M

PS, on the more interesting topic of termites!  In Richard Dawkins' beautiful book 'The Ancestor's Tale, he describes a protozoan that lives only in the stomachs of certain Australian termites, whose job description is to digest cellulose.  Although the termite's stomach is about a half a millimeter I think, it's big enough to house a city of microorganisms (which it does).  These (protozoan) dudes are propelled through their hometowns (looking for cellulose to chew) by hundreds of hair-like 'arms' that move together like synchronized swimmers, paddling in waves and steering in unison.  Upon further analysis, scientists discovered that the paddlers were actually separate individuals (spirochetes) doing the synchronized swimming, with hundreds of individual bacteria doing the synchronized steering!  WTF!!!  Go termites!!  Go creation!!  Go evolution!!

PPS: Manincar, probably just too much Christmas candy here

PPPS: maybe I have a future in Hallmark cards?