To feel it is easy, to deﬁne love is difﬁcult indeed. If you ask a ﬁsh what the sea is like, the ﬁsh will say,” This is the sea. The sea is all around. And that’s that.” But if you insist –” Please deﬁne the sea” – then the problem becomes very difﬁcult indeed.
The ﬁnest and the most beautiful things in life can be lived, can be known, but they are difﬁcult to deﬁne, difﬁcult to describe.
Man’s misery is this: for the last four to ﬁve thousand years he has simply talked and talked about something he should have been living earnestly, about something that must be realized from within – about love. There have been great talks on love, countless love songs have been sung, and devotional hymns are continuously being chanted in the temples and in the churches – what all isn’t done in the name of love? – still, there is no place for love in man’s life. If we delve deeply into mankind’s languages, we will not ﬁnd a more untrue word than” love”.
All the religions carry on about love, but the kind of love that is found everywhere, the kind of love that has enveloped man like some hereditary misfortune has only succeeded in closing all the gates to love in man’s life. But the masses worship the leaders of the religions as the creators of love. They have falsiﬁed love; they have blocked all love’s streams. In this case, there is no basic difference between East and West, between India and America.
The stream of love has not yet surfaced in man. And we attribute this to the man himself. We say it is because man is spoiled that love has not evolved, that there is no current of love in our lives. We blame it on the mind; we say the mind is poisonous. The mind is not poison. Those who degrade the mind have poisoned love; they have not allowed the growth of love. Nothing in this world is poison. Nothing is bad in God’s whole creation; everything is nectar. It is man alone who has transformed this full cup of nectar into poison. And the major culprits are the so-called teachers, the so-called holy men and saints, the politicians.
Reﬂect upon this in detail. If this sickness is not understood immediately, if it is not straightened out right away, there is no possibility – now or in the future – of love in man’s life.
The ironical thing is that we have blindly accepted the reasons for this from the very same sources that are to blame for love’s not dawning on the human horizon in the ﬁrst place. If misleading principles are repeated and reiterated down the centuries we fail to see the basic fallacies behind the original principles. And then chaos is created because man is intrinsically incapable of becoming what these unnatural rules say he should become. We simply accept that man is wrong.
Look at humanity. Man is so sick, sick from the accumulated illness of ﬁve, six, ten thousand years. It is repeatedly said that it is a man who is wrong, not the culture. Man is rotting, yet the culture is praised. Our great culture! Our great religion! Everything is great! And see the fruits of it! – OSHO
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