It used to be that the unexamined life was not worth living. Now, the unexamined life is killing the planet. Staying mindful of our collective condition will keep things on point and our heads out of the stars.
Śaṅkara's tender age and what I at least hear as the naïveté of his poem got me thinking about the difference between the adolescent rhythm of rejection/assertion, versus what comes with a little more life experience. And what comes, transhistorically, with the refinement of the sciences.
I’ll try to do two things in this article. First, to nail down the hard facts about astrology and how it confounds the intelligence of contemporary yoga -- which seems to be the only global subculture at present that tolerates it as a kind of adjunct discipline. Then I'll turn to my personal experience of this archaic art, to help illustrate its seduction, and why it's dying so hard.
What does our current knowledge of the nervous system itself tell us about the origin of this felt, inmost being? If the soul is a priori to the growth of the flesh, wouldn’t this suggest that the nervous system arises first in our embryology, and governs future growth? But it doesn’t. In fact, the development of the central nervous system proceeds along an arc that seems quite opposite to the spiritual birth-narrative.