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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 reason.

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.

By becoming a sannyasin you are taking a risk, the risk of moving from reason to feeling and trying to bring a balance. When feeling and reason are balanced one is free. In that very balance is freedom, in that very balance is equilibrium, tranquility, silence -- otherwise one is lopsided.

When the head is too much, and it is too much, it is very murderous. It does not allow anything which is not profitable, it doesn't allow it to exist. And all joy is profitless, all joy is just playfulness, it has no purpose. Love is play, it has no purpose; so is

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