Hare Krishna. This is probably my favorite picture of all time. One notable thing about it is that it’s torn into several pieces, all crinkly, and a small piece (the cow’s nose) is missing. I mounted it on white cardboard. This is the painting that stopped my heart, then melted it in ineffable love. I tore it one night, described earlier, when fear of God came over me. He was going to completely wipe me out of existence and take me back to Godhead right then and there. He told me that my mom wouldn’t know I ever existed, that I would never have been born, and that was just about as much as I could handle. As He said this, the painting caught fire near the top-right corner, and started to burn down, while I continued to chant Hare Krishna as if it were the end of the world. Somehow though, I wasn’t ready. I freaked out, panicked, and attacked Krishna. Of course, He disappeared, and I just ended up tearing the painting. As He left, He told me to “Always chant My names, and get some association of My devotees.” He promised He would come back for me when I was ready to die. He also told me that if I wanted to learn about Him, I should read Srila Prabhupada’s books. Hare Krishna.