मंगलवार, 18 फ़रवरी 2014

For Madmen Only (Price of Admission: Your Mind)


1 April 1977 pm in Chuang Tzu Auditorium

Prem kutera. It means a small shrine of love, a small hut of love, a small space for love. Prem
means love and kutera means a small place. And that’s all that a man needs to be fulfilled: if one
can become a small shrine, nothing is lacking.
The very phenomenon of love integrates you, and when love is missing, you start falling apart – it
is the glue that keeps you together. In fact it is the glue that keeps the whole existence together;
otherwise stars will fall apart, the trees will fall down, the earth will not care and no child will grow in
a womb.
It is love that keeps everything going, and the misery of man is that he has forgotten the language
of love. The reason why he has forgotten the language of love is: he has become too identified with
Nothing is wrong with reason but it has a tendency to monopolise; it clings to the whole of your
being. Then feeling suffers – feeling is starved, and by and by you forget about feeling completely.
So it goes on shrinking and shrinking and shrinking, and that dead feeling becomes a dead weight,
that feeling becomes a dead heart.
Then one can go on pulling oneself just somehow – it will always be ’somehow’. There will be no
charm, no magic, because without love there is no magic in life, and there will be no poetry either; it
will be prose, flat. Yes, it will have a grammar but it will not have a song in it. It will have a structure
but it will not have substance in it.
This calamity has become too much: as man has become more and more capable of using reason,
he tends to forget love, feeling, emotion, more and more.

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