Taken from the end of my Introduction to a book on the Krishnamurtis which is nearing completion.

After watching Dances With Wolves for the twentieth time early one morning on July 1st (Convenient timing), 2006, I penned these words as I sniffled and dried my eyes.

When Lt John Dunbar left 'the people' he did a harsh thing. Wind in His Hair cried out from the cliff to all who gathered to see the love he had shared with them go away from their lives. With Stands With A Fist by his side he left those he loved and whom he had learned about life (Real life) from. (sniff, sniff)

He hoped to talk to the politicians and other heathens in pursuit of power and money.

But nothing would come in the way of money, for society; and we are left with this culture rather than learning through Real Love. The discovery of a law of nature is only the forerunner of a more universal law. Thus in the search for truth the endless tide of progression rolls on, forever conveying to man broader conceptions of truth and carrying him into a higher realization of his relationship with divinity.

Is there a greater threat to Peace and Brotherhood than the dogma that passes for truth? Both Krishnamurtis thought not.