I have come to know, Devageet, that you freaked out this morning. Once in a while freaking is a good exercise, but freaking out I don’t support. It is a common variety – what they call the garden variety. Freak in! If you are going to freak at all, why out? why not in? If you freak in then you become an Osho freak, and that is something of worth. You are on the path of being an Osho freak, but you move very cautiously; I should say scientifically, rationally.
I don’t even allow you to write your notes, I interrupt. Instead of saying sorry I shout at you, even when you are not interrupting, saying, “Don’t interrupt, Devageet!” I know that can freak out anyone. But you know I am a madman, and when you are dealing with a madman you have to be really generous – not only polite, but really loving.
When you are not interrupting and I say, “Don’t interrupt!” I must mean something. There must be some idea in your mind. Perhaps you are not even aware of your own idea of interrupting. It gives such pleasure to interrupt. And of course, you are the boss here. In this cabin at least, you are Noah. I am just a passenger without a ticket. But I can see things even in your unconscious, and when I say, “Don’t interrupt,” of course it looks outrageous. Nobody has heard you interrupting me, not even you – but I have heard it. I have heard the whispering in the unconscious.
Great ideas are coming to me today; otherwise I am a poor man, I don’t have great ideas. Please don’t freak out. In short, always freak in.
The P.P.S. continues; this was just a note in brackets.
The first book today is The Art of Living by Lin Yutang. It is a Chinese name. I am reminded of one of my own books, The Art of Dying. Lin Yutang knows nothing of life because he knows nothing of death. Although he is a Chinese, he is a corrupted Chinese, a Christian. That’s what corruption is. Corruption makes you a Christian. Corruption corrupts, and you are a Christian.
Lin Yutang in his book The Art of Living writes beautifully about many things – except death. That means that life is not included. Life can come in only if you allow death in, not without. They are two sides of the one coin. You cannot have one side and reject the other. But he writes beautifully, artistically – he is certainly one of the greatest writers of the modern age – but whatsoever he writes is only imagination, pure, pure imagination…just dreaming about beautiful things. Sometimes dreams can be beautiful. All dreams are not nightmares.
The Art of Living has nothing to do with life and nothing to do with art either, but still it is a great book. It is great in the sense that you can be absorbed by it. You can be lost in it, just like one is lost in a thick forest: stars in the sky, trees all around, and no path, no way, nowhere to go. It leads you nowhere. Still I found it to be one of the great books. Why? – because just reading it you forget the past and the future and become part of the present.