Time to move on

Despite my huge gratitude and love to Krishnamurti, I sometimes truly and passionately hate him. His intellectual exactitude becomes a fucking curse.

He is so overly verbal and what´s worse is that in most cases he is unarguably right.

Precision sometimes needs to be utterly vague…Inexact. To be precise doesn´t always entail intellectual accuracy. But this form of cerebral “rightness” is in the long disruptive – it wounds the soul.


Krishnamurti is the total opposite of creative madness, of pathos and effusion. Of Dionysian ecstasy.