Darn! A silly little s. So close. Last minute tinkering again. 
I don't know what to say. I appreciate the replies because I almost dragged it to my recycle bin. Except for the comic relief and camaraderie, I hope no one thinks I get any satisfaction from this. Posting about such serious topics is immensely sobering.
Then we're left wondering about how what we write affects the people who read it. Who are they? Why are they here? Why don't we hear from them? It's a peculiar feeling to do your best to express something that seems so obvious only to be left wondering.
I thought about putting it to rest by replying to my own post. I thought about switching hats and defending Prem Rawat, self-knowledge and the family by posing as a sophisticated, social elite premie/follower who's so self-realized, clear and conscious that their condescending, belittling and passively biting rationalizations leave no room for doubt.
Or maybe there's a person out there on the brink of tears coming face to face with what it all means and the inevitable consequences of accepting the devestating truth about Prem Rawat. That's enough to bring me to the brink of tears because I remember what it was like.
To that person I say that as difficult as the initial pain, confusion, disorientation and heartache may be - as dark and empty as the void appears - please know that what follows is one of the rarest and most precious feelings a human being can have.
