I mean this is one of those texts that is so foundational and ancient that it feels kind of dumb to say whether or not I enjoyed it also I read less than a third but we talked about the whole thing in class for two weeks so im counting it. Expected to have big revelations about my place in the world or something in this class but that did not happen sadly. Maybe because I barely did the reading or because I’ve been bummed out all semester or maybe there was never some deep intuitive embodied Indian knowledge that I was gonna get from like my ancestry after reading this and I’m just as bad as those western subscribers to mysticism. Maybe after a few months it will come back to me like when I read the odyssey and hated it but now I think about it like at least twice a month often maybe more and this was like the super odyssey like an odyssey of odysseys. I wish we had spent the whole semester on this I think that would have been pretty generative. Maybe I’ll take a Sanskrit class next year.