Like so many other westerners, I am happy to cheerfully appropriate images of eastern mysticism (in this case from the Sri Aurobindo Ashram souvenir shop) and enjoy them for their groovy, kitsch qualities - without having a friggin' clue about what they mean or the values behind them. If you do want to become better informed, check out auroville.org. It's strange, but interesting.

Auroville, India 2003