-- by Tom Phillips
Just last year on the Road to Dotage, I began a Tour of Fear -- to places I've always been too scared to visit. My road to Germany was a revelation -- seeing how a great civilization can renew itself, even after a descent into Hell.
My next planned destination was Texas, the land of big hats, big hair, big boots and big shots. When I worked as a TV newswriter, many of the network anchormen were Texans, and I've always been afraid to go to a place where such personalities are the norm.
Once I was working with a well-known Texan anchorman in New York, when he came across an AP story about the "hippest cities" in America. "NEW YORK!" he cried in disbelief. "New York is not the hippest city in America!"
Timidly, I inquired what city he thought was most hip. He looked at me as if I ought to know.
"Why, FORT WORTH!"
I'm probably not hip enough to appreciate Fort Worth. So this year, in a detour, I'm going back to a place I've been, but one where a westerner always carries a frisson of fear.
In 1978 I spent two months in India, traveling with a fellow seeker after truth and adventure -- Arnold "Rusty" Glicksman. Each of us has written a memoir in which that trip plays a life-changing part. (Rusty's is still unpublished -- watch for it.) In a few days, right after Labor Day, we're going back.
Rusty's red hair is white now, and he is winding down the jewelry-making business he's had since the 1980s, with gold and stones he buys in Rajasthan. I'll spend a few days with him in Jaipur, and then head out for adventures in new places. First to the Caves of Ellura and Ajanta, ancient temples carved out of moutainsides, with some of the finest and best-preserved religious sculpture in the world. My must-see deity is a reclining Buddha carved in a wall.
According to legend, the Buddha didn't sleep -- his mind was so clear that he had no need to knit up "the ravel'd sleave of care." He would just lie down and rest for a few hours.
My other most-desired deity is this sexy female in Ellura. Though present-day India suffers from a hangover of Victorian prudery -- kissing in public is still a crime -- its gods and goddesses cavort freely with one another and love every kind of sexual pleasure.
How I wish I could rest like the Buddha, and romp like Lord Krishna with his consort Radha!
That was back in the Axial Age, when human wisdom and vision reached its zenith. I'm touring today's troubled world, and India is no exception. Still, with God all things are possible.
More later, God willing.
-- Copyright 2019 by Tom Phillips
Just last year on the Road to Dotage, I began a Tour of Fear -- to places I've always been too scared to visit. My road to Germany was a revelation -- seeing how a great civilization can renew itself, even after a descent into Hell.
My next planned destination was Texas, the land of big hats, big hair, big boots and big shots. When I worked as a TV newswriter, many of the network anchormen were Texans, and I've always been afraid to go to a place where such personalities are the norm.
Once I was working with a well-known Texan anchorman in New York, when he came across an AP story about the "hippest cities" in America. "NEW YORK!" he cried in disbelief. "New York is not the hippest city in America!"
Timidly, I inquired what city he thought was most hip. He looked at me as if I ought to know.
"Why, FORT WORTH!"
I'm probably not hip enough to appreciate Fort Worth. So this year, in a detour, I'm going back to a place I've been, but one where a westerner always carries a frisson of fear.
In 1978 I spent two months in India, traveling with a fellow seeker after truth and adventure -- Arnold "Rusty" Glicksman. Each of us has written a memoir in which that trip plays a life-changing part. (Rusty's is still unpublished -- watch for it.) In a few days, right after Labor Day, we're going back.
Rusty's red hair is white now, and he is winding down the jewelry-making business he's had since the 1980s, with gold and stones he buys in Rajasthan. I'll spend a few days with him in Jaipur, and then head out for adventures in new places. First to the Caves of Ellura and Ajanta, ancient temples carved out of moutainsides, with some of the finest and best-preserved religious sculpture in the world. My must-see deity is a reclining Buddha carved in a wall.
According to legend, the Buddha didn't sleep -- his mind was so clear that he had no need to knit up "the ravel'd sleave of care." He would just lie down and rest for a few hours.
My other most-desired deity is this sexy female in Ellura. Though present-day India suffers from a hangover of Victorian prudery -- kissing in public is still a crime -- its gods and goddesses cavort freely with one another and love every kind of sexual pleasure.
How I wish I could rest like the Buddha, and romp like Lord Krishna with his consort Radha!
That was back in the Axial Age, when human wisdom and vision reached its zenith. I'm touring today's troubled world, and India is no exception. Still, with God all things are possible.
More later, God willing.
-- Copyright 2019 by Tom Phillips
