Perfect yog is perfect devotion. That’s been my current mantra lately. That, and Homer, Homer Simpson, he’s about to hit a chestnut tree.

In the Gita, two groups of royal cousins are going to war, and Krishna, the infamous blue love god of sexual exploits, Kundalini yoga (rising snake) and the kama sutra is in fact just a lowly lacky, not even Robin to Batman sidekick, sure sure an avatar of Vishnu, but still just a charioteer, is trying to convince one of the cousins, his master in fact, that he’s OK. I’m OK, you’re OK. I can’t do this, dude. They’re my cousins! And they’re honorable, mostly. It’s not like- dude, chillax you got this. Every time he brings something up, Krishna shoots him down, you can do this bro!

Perfect yog is perfect devotion, yo!

That’s my mantra.