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Do not confuse impatience with thirst.
With thirst there is yearning but no struggle.
With impatience there is struggle but no yearning.
With longing there is waiting but no demanding.
With impatience there is demanding but no waiting.
With thirst there are silent tears.
With impatience there is a restless struggle.
Truth cannot be attacked; it is attained through surrender
not through struggle.
It is conquered through total surrender.
74. Love.
Your letter has been received.
Why seek at all for a purpose?
If you seek this you will never find it
because it is eternally hidden in the seeker.
Life is without purpose – life is its own purpose,
therefore he who lives without purpose truly lives.
Live! Isn’t living itself enough?
The desire to have more than just life is a result
of not properly living –
and that is why the fear of death
grips the human mind, for what is death to one who is really alive!
Where living is intense and total there is no time to fear death –
and there is no time for death, either.
Do not think in the language of purpose –
that language is diseased in itself.
The sky exists without purpose.
God is without purpose,
flowers bloom without purpose,
and stars shine without purpose –
what has happened to poor man
that he cannot live without purpose!
Because man can think he gets into trouble.
A little thinking always leads to trouble.
If you must think, think completely, utterly!
Then the mind whirls so fast with thoughts
that freedom from thoughts is attained.
Then you begin to live.
75. Love.
Rest is the supreme goal, work is the medium.
Total relaxation, with complete freedom from effort,
is the supreme goal.
Then life is a play, and then even effort becomes play.
Poetry, philosophy, religion are the fruits of repose.
This has not been available to everyone,
but technology and science will make it so
in the near future.
That is why I am in favor of technology.
Those who attribute intrinsic value to labor
oppose the use of machines – they have to.
For me, labor has no such intrinsic value: on the contrary,
I see it as a burden.
As long as work is a prerequisite for rest
it cannot be blissful.
When work flows out of a state of rest voluntarily,
then it is blissful.
So I cannot call rest a sin.
Nor do I support sacrifice.
I do not want anyone to live for anybody else, or one generation
to sacrifice itself for another.
Such sacrifices turn out to be very costly –
those who make them expect an inhuman return.
This is why fathers expect the impossible
from their sons.
If each father lives for his son who will live for himself?
For every son is a potential father.
No, I want everyone to live for himself –
for his own happiness, his own state of rest.
When a father is happy he does much more for his son –
and easily, because it comes out of his happiness.
Then there is neither sacrifice nor renunciation;
what he does comes naturally out of his being a father –
and a happy father at that.
Then he has no inhuman expectations of his son,
and where there is no pressure from expectations,
expectations are fulfilled – out of the son being a son.
In short, I teach each person to be selfish.
Altruistic teachings have taught man nothing but suicide,
and a suicidal man is always homicidal.
The unhappy sow their sorrow amongst others.
I am also against the sacrifice of the present for the future,
because what is is always present.
If you live in it totally the future will be born out of it –
and when it comes it too will be the present.
For he who has the habit of sacrificing the present for the future,
the future never comes
because whatever comes is again
always sacrificed for that which has not yet come.
Finally, you ask why I too work for others
and for the future.
First of all, I do not work.
Whatever I do flows out of my state of rest.
I do not swim, I just float.
No one can ever do anything for another
but if something happens to others out of what I am,
that is something else,
and there too I am not the doer.
As for the future –
for me, the present is everything.
And the past too is also a present – that has passed away.
And the future too – that is a present that is yet to come.
Life is always here and now
so I do not bother about past and future.
And it is amazing that ever since I stopped worrying about them
they have begun to worry about me!
My regards to all there.
76. Love.
There is a music which has no sound;