What is the lore behind erotic temple carvings? You know those ones, when in a state filled with compliant reverence to the temple gods, you happened to look up and lo there on the roof support fly-columns, were portly men with raging hard ons, women amply displaying their mawing gashes, fellatio, various positions, and if I recall correctly some bestiality as well. Personally I thought they brought you down to pleasant earth in a similar opposing force with which hinduism took you off on mystical spiritual flights. Intensity bothways, and you try to find yourself somewhere in the middle. True that in the meantime the thought police, intellectual posers, cultural perverters-- self imposed or external, have rendered it impossible to engage in such titillating adventure such as finding yourself in the land of contradictions, chase the somewhat elusive but brilliant flashes of inspirations perhaps glimpses of truth itself (singularity of the objective and the subjective, inner and the outer, I and you and them). Who knows?