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to become perfect in one direction -- at the cost of wholeness. My whole insistence is that the night is as beautiful as the day. Somehow you have a wrong notion about the night. In the day you feel good, but by the time the sun starts setting, you start feeling afraid. You are at the bank, the very edge. Now sooner or later the sun will set and the night is coming... the darkness, the negative.
But night is needed, otherwise the day will disappear. And nothing is wrong in the night. Nothing is wrong in the dark... it is life-giving. When you go to a peak, your whole energy is in an excited turmoil -- beautiful, but excited; beautiful, but feverish. Because there is so much excitement that you cannot contain it, rest will be needed. And the greater the peak, the deeper rest will be needed.
So the natural flow, the body, is being perfectly natural. Your mind is creating the trouble. You are not schizophrenic -- the mind is too much attached to one polarity. You think the problem is with schizophrenia, that you are divided -- no. Life knows no duality. Life knows complementariness.
There is no problem anywhere with the night or with the day. Existence is as happy in the day as in the night. In fact the whole night, existence prepares for the day... rests in. the womb of darkness... gets ready again. The whole day vibrates with a thousand and one things, gets excited, moves to the climax, then gets tired, exhausted, spent, and moves into the night again.
Rest is part of the energy phenomenon. But you are not taking it as rest -- you call it negative. The very word negative gives it a condemnation. Not that negative is wrong, but the association in the mind is wrong.
There are moments when you give, and there are moments when you don't want to give. Otherwise where will you get the energy to give? There are moments of complete enclosure when all your windows are closed and you rest. All curtains drawn, all windows closed... you simply rest into yourself. Even love will not be a welcome guest in that moment. One simply wants to be oneself... it is a sort of death. One doesn't want to move out.
One becomes like a seed -- closed.
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