To Keep Always In The Same Place

The Difference Between Me And You Is... That I Don't Mind What Happens.

What Sex Gives You Momentarily Is The Total Abandonment Of Yourself, Then You Are Back Again With Your Turmoil, So You Want A Repetition Over And Over Again Of That State In Which There Is No Worry, No Problem, No Self.

Love Is A State Of Being, And In That State, The 'me', With Its Identifications, Anxieties, And Possessions Is Absent. Love Cannot Be, As Long As The Activities Of The Self, Of The 'me', Whether Conscious Or Unconscious, Continue To Exist.

We Are Asking A Really Fundamental Question Whether Thought Can Ever Be Creative. If Thought Is Not The Ground Of Creation Then What Is Creation? Is Love The Only Factor That Is Creative?

As Long As You Ask Questions You Are Breaking Through, But The Moment You Begin To Accept, You Are Psychologically Dead. So Right Through Life Don't Accept A Thing, But Inquire, Investigate. Then You Will Find That Your Mind Is Something Really Extraordinary, It Has No End, And To Such A Mind There Is No Death.