biodiesel, I think really that no entity considers itself fundamentally wierd. We all would like to think that we fit in somewhere, unfortunately some of us take a long time to do so, and for some it comes beyond death. I was told by someone I respected very much that the highest yoga in the world is not to fit in. Right after he told me that I was to become homeless and this was apparent to us both. He offered me a place with his ashram but I thought better of it. As Ravel said to Gershwin, better to be a first rate Gershwin than a second rate Ravel, so Ravel refused to become Gershwin's teacher. I chose the Tibetan yogi, Mila Repa, to be my teacher. He died in about 1000 AD. Now I don't believe in the afterlife. Then I thought it was a nice relationship with someone who wasn't going to put any restrictions on me. I have some unorthodox views on spirituality. Maybe I'll get around to them here eventually if theres a bicycling connection, if only a "small" one.