..if he has his song, let 'em dance to it in SanFran, LA, Singapore.. innit?

There is a legend about the South-East-Asian "rice spirit" or "rice goddess", known as Mae Phosop, Nang Khosop, and a few others, who is, in a sense, a manifestation of Gaia.

Once upon a time, when Buddhism was not quite widespread in the area yet, the king, to raise prices and accumulate wealth and treasure for himself, withheld the rice, the staple food, from his people, and a famine ensued.

A couple of servants couldn't endure the situation any further, and decided to visit a Buddhist hermit. The hermit then talked to Phosop, but she angrily refused to help.

The hermit is then said to have started worrying about the future of Buddhist Dharma, and slew the goddess, and thus the produce, the different colours of rice, flew out to the hungry people from her embodiment.

The apocryphal interpretation is, however, that the hermit did not act wisely, as have he consulted an Arahant, he would have been told that the only resolution of the situation would have been the king to be dealt with as he deserved, and thus the goddess cursed the hermit before dying.

Accordingly, her devotees infiltrated Buddhism, and it is thence that most schools of Buddhism are ripe with hypocrisy, idolatry, egotistic people calling for selflessness, and fornication.

A supposedly "summer-ish" feeling of undecided genre..

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