It's like living in Beijing or Los Angeles with the smog...
Over and over and over again, the hopeful despair of the "smog" until the word "smog" loses its impact and the hopeful just live with the smog.
Over and over and over again, there's another sex "scandal" at some spiritual watering hole until, despite the disparaging use of the word "cult," well ... how many "scandals" can anyone endure before the word "scandal" runs out of meaning?
How many times can anyone say "cult" without examining the earth from which that toxic flower sprang?
Over and over and over again -- same stuff, different day; same stuff, different venue; same smog, but ... well it's got some oxygen in it and a (wo)man has to breathe, right? Everyone needs to breathe even if a few ("thank God it wasn't me!") get poisoned. Let us fill our lungs and march bravely forward!
Quick! Let's put a stop to this scandal, this cult! Let's get together and fashion an ethics policy that will disperse the smog or make the cult-ivating stop! Let's make it stop ... but let's not be hasty!
But it doesn't stop. Think Whac-A-Mole.
Over and over and over again.
Today, in email, I got another reminder. This one from Australia. This one Hindu-oriented. Yoga this time. Another scandal. Another 'cult.' Another batch of people offering testimony about hypocrisy and corruption and power manipulation and anguish. It is precisely the same as what anyone may have heard or read elsewhere about Zen Buddhism's bad apples or the Vatican's pedophiles ... precisely the same stuff, but different because it is in a new venue filled with new words and there is a renewed chance to say "oh no!"
Oh no ... scandal!
Oh no ... cult!
Oh yes ... Whac-A-Mole!
Breathe in. Breathe out.
You'll get used to it.
What other choice is there?
And it has precisely nothing to do with cynicism.
A (wo)man's gotta breathe, right?