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the brake, the clutch, the wheel, the road and then one's wife who is guiding from the back! (laughter) So many people and it is such a crazy world, and it just doesn't look possible. But by and by driving becomes just automatic. You can sing a song or listen to the radio or talk to a friend, and everything goes right. Not that you manage: you have become skilful; skill comes through practice.
So there is no need to be worried about it; practise, help people and it is going to come. Good.
[The previous sannyasin's girlfriend says: I'm in love and it's so scary; it's bottomless. I feel my energy has no limits. I hold myself back and I don't know why. I'm so muddled sometimes and in a turmoil.]
That's why he is also a little doubting (much laughter). You must be driving him crazy. That's good: drive him crazy!
Love always makes one nervous. There are reasons why it makes one nervous. It comes from the unconscious and all your capacities are in the conscious; all your skill, all your knowledge, is in the conscious. Love comes from the unconscious and you don't know how to cope with it what to do with it, and it is too much. The unconscious is nine times bigger than the conscious, so whatsoever comes from the unconscious is overwhelming. That's why people are afraid of emotions, feelings. They hold them back, they are afraid they will create chaos; they do, but chaos is beautiful!
There is a need for order and there is a need for chaos too. When order is needed, use order, use the conscious mind; when chaos is needed, use the unconscious and let chaos be. A whole person, a total person, is one who is capable of using both, who does not allow any interference of the conscious into the unconscious or of the unconscious into the conscious. There are things which you can only do consciously. For example, if you are doing arithmetic or your medical work, you can do it only from the conscious. But love is not like that, poetry is not like that; they come from the unconscious. So you have to put your conscious aside.
It is the conscious that tries to hold things because it is afraid. It seems that something so big is coming, a tidal
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