He lit the lamps of his hermitage and opened

He lit the lamps of his hermitage and opened the doors of his soul. Finally! A lengthy reprieve from the workaday world of an alien culture. He shed the attire of exile, and put on

tails and a top hat. He turned on an old stereo and tap danced to "Singin' in the Rain" Like whirling dervishes, it was his own style of jubilant meditation. The other hermit heard

the commotion and shouted, "Shut up! I'm trying to meditate!" But soon he too became overpowered by the urge to dance, and started dancing a jig. Suddenly the

Yoga instructor turned away from the buxom blonde he was instructing, and downward facing dog became secondary to the strange river-dance that was happening in the corner .

The hiphop students were dancing their yoga moves & unintentionally recreated the Gyana Ganga Hindi river dance causing a tributary of the Ganges to flow into the studio.The Yogi

Brahmins took out their bodyboards and jumped on the Ganges surge. The other terrified Broadway wannabes prayed to Shiva when they saw the Master Guru

Rinpoche doing Rent. Then came the Bodhisattva of compassion doing his version of Damn Yankees! it was a show stopper. The Eastern Pantheon of Gods and Broadway

had never seen such success. Instead of Chicago, the top show was "Athens". Rather than Cats, we obsessed over

"West Side Story" That's right- synchronized snapping was back, and gang warfare around the world involved much more choreography. It was the age of the underground enlightenment.

Gone were ugly, illegible scrawls of names. Graffiti tags now sported flamethrower-wielding barbarian tigresses riding cyborg T-Rexes dodging mutant asteroids. Things looked up.