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After years of this one of them died.
His old friend came in on the Saturday
and they told him his pal had died –
that the whisky had been taken into blood circulation
and so saturated his blood and his breath
that one night before going to bed
the old man went to blow out the candle
and his breath caught fire and he was burned to death.
The other man promptly called for a Bible
and took an oath that from that time forward
he would never blow out another candle in his life!
Yes, man learns by experience!
257. Love.
Do not imitate anyone,
do not follow anyone,
otherwise you will be just a pseudo existence –
and that is worse than suicide.
Be yourself –
and only then
can you be responsible
and authentic and real.
But ordinarily everyone is just secondhand and borrowed,
and that makes everything ugly.
Mulla Nasruddin went to a mosque and sat down.
His shirt was rather short
and the man behind him pulled it lower,
thinking it looked unseemly.
Nasruddin immediately pulled the shirt of the man
in front of him.
What are you doing? asked the man in front.
Don’t ask me, ask the man behind – he started it,
said Nasruddin.
258. Love.
The real religious experience
cannot be organized, taught or transmitted.
To systematize it is to kill it.
It is so living and moving and dynamic
that to impose a pattern on it is impossible;
and the experience is always so unique and individual
that it cannot be put into any category –
although it happens when the individual is not.
It cannot be followed,
for everyone has to find it for himself,
and that is the beauty of it,
and also its freedom and virginity.
It is not new in the sense of any opposition to the old,
it is new in the sense of timelessness –
that is, eternally fresh and innocent –
as every flower is new
and every sunrise is new
and every love is new.
It is not borrowed from the past,
it is not based on any tradition,
it is not derived from without,
it happens within,
without any causality.
It happens unconditionally.
It is not continuous with the mind,
it is a discontinuous explosion.
There are clouds in the sky
and the sky cannot be seen,
but there is no causal chain.
The clouds have gone
and the sky is clear
but there is no cause-and-effect relationship.
The sky has not even known the clouds!
It has not been affected by them in any way whatsoever.
259. Love.
Life becomes more authentic
in the direct encountering of death.
But we always try to escape the fact of death,
and so life becomes pseudo and phony.
Even death, when authentic, has a beauty of its own
while pseudo-life is just ugly.
Meditate on death
because there is no way to know life
unless you stand face to face with death.
And it is everywhere;
wherever life is death is also.
They are really two aspects of one and the
same phenomenon,
and when one comes to know this, one transcends both.
Only in that transcendence is the total flowering of consciousness
and the ecstasy of being.
260. Love.
Man adds everything to his ego –
while everything goes on without him.
He is nothing,
but he thinks himself everything.
Mulla Nasruddin was walking past a well
when he had the impulse to look into it.
It was night, and as he peered
into the deep water
he saw the moon’s reflection there.
I must save the moon! the Mulla thought,
otherwise she will never wane
and the fasting month of Ramadan
will never come to an end.
He found a rope, threw it in and called down:
Hold tight! Keep bright, help is at hand!
The rope caught in a rock inside the well
and Nasruddin heaved as hard as he could.
Straining back he suddenly felt the rope give way
as it became loose and he was thrown on his back.
As he lay there panting
he saw the moon riding in the sky above.
Glad to be of service, said Nasruddin.
Just as well I came along, wasn’t it?
261. Love.
Are you really aware of what anger is?
Are you really aware of it when it is present?
I ask these questions
because man is never present in the present.
Man lives in the past
and only becomes aware of anything
when it has become a part of his memory.
One becomes aware of anger and sadness
only when they are all over,
and then awareness is just pseudo-awareness;
it is not awareness but remembering,
and remembering leads nowhere
because it is running in a circle.
Then one can fight with anger