Pedestrian Guru, In Sync

Though I can appreciate the technical, time commitment, and editing difficulties that go into a bio-doc such as this, I am afraid My Reincarnation did not impress me in the way its progessive sympathies might have intended. It was young Yeshi's angst in his relation to his father's authority that I found much more interesting, as opposed to what may be seen as a certain fatalism, and inevitable resignation to following in the old man's footsteps, in its conclusion. The more I learn about Buddhism in the contemporary era, the less impressed I become. Of course it stands in stark contrast to Semitic monotheism, and is more about human harmony in a natural environment as opposed to the bedouin saturation in moral guilt, though it did, the film as storyline, make my adolescent association with a Eurasian doctor in NYC less improbable. He claimed to be half-Italian Japanese, which given his last name, he most likely was, and had an interesting dynamic going on between his fiancee and his mistress, driving me down the hallway one evening, hopping and chanting while he raced my Everest manual, "Maritsia is a whore! Maritsia is a whore!" Post graduate cultural tensions just slightly over my head, though I could never get in his pants to make it a threesome. He wrote to me later, as all men who wouldn't sleep with me tended to do, past and future, but did give me a steak dinner on the roof of a skyscraper, back in the days when the Twin Towers were a wonder to marvel. I wonder if my optism died with the magic of such evenings.