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The Soil In Which The Meditative Mind Can Begin Is The Soil Of Everyday Life, The Strife, The Pain, And The Fleeting Joy. It Must Begin There, And Bring Order, And From There Move Endlessly. .. You Must Take A Plunge Into The Water, Not Knowing How To Swim. And The Beauty Of Meditation Is That You Never Know Where You Are, Where You Are Going, What The End Is.

You Say You Love Your Wife. You Depend On Her; She Has Given You Her Body, Her Emotions, Her Encouragement, A Certain Feeling Of Security And Well-being. Then She Turns Away From You; She Gets Bored Or Goes Off With Someone Else, And Your Whole Emotional Balance Is Destroyed, And This Disturbance, Which You Don't Like, Is Called Jealousy. There Is Pain In It, Anxiety, Hate And Violence. So What You Are Really Saying Is, 'as Long As You Belong To Me I Love You But The Moment You Don't I Begin To Hate You.

Pain Itself Destroys Pain. Suffering Itself Frees Man From Suffering.

Religion, It Seems To Me, Has Nothing Whatsoever To Do With Any Belief, With Any Priest, With Any Church Or So-called Sacred Book. The State Of The Religious Mind Can Be Understood Only When We Begin To Understand What Beauty Is; And The Understanding Of Beauty Must Be Approached Through Total Aloneness.

The Fact Is One Thing And The Idea About The Fact Is Another.