Is the Indian guru the way to true enlightenment, sitting on a little blanket surrounded by starry-eyed devotees, all hoping to disappear into selflessness? When a star implodes, it becomes a black hole, sucking in light rather than giving it out. It draws everything around it into a deadly, ever-deepening darkness. So what of a man who turns within? Where's his love? Where's his light? Light has to shine, and love has to love. There just can't be any other way. If he's truly found the source of light, his entire life would be meeting the needs of others.