Oh, that's you?
Jesus, dude. You were a mess years ago. Now you're unhinged, a spiritual wash-out, an abject failure, glooming and dooming to bored disenchanted boomers, and for what? No peace, no joy, no happiness, just babbling about maitreya, as if you even understood what that word means.
You weren't a miserable fool when I met you, you were an unknowing fool, but not yet miserable. I never particularly liked you in any way at all, but you were at least interesting to chat with.
Look at you now. Really quite something to behold, I'd guess either progressive mental illness or heavy drug use or both.
Thank you for making your typing style distinctive so that you're easy to identify and ignore, that is far more kindness than you intended it to be.
Later (but hopefullly not).