When I first went to India in the early 70s and saw, as I occasionally did, dead bodies in the street or in rivers, I told myself that Indian culture does not departmentalize the various realities of existence, that it has transcended the dualism of life and death, pure and impure, beauty and ugliness. During my last visit to Varanasi a few years ago I saw a bloated cadaver silently drifting down the river with a few crows picking at it and my reaction was different, far less accepting and ‘philosophical’. It struck me as callous indifference, municipal incompetence and as an appalling public health problem. Have I matured and ‘got real’ or have I lost my spiritual sensitivity? Was I right then or am I right now? All these photos are from the internet and were taken in Varanasi.