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Celebration Darshan, which was open to everyone. There was singing and dancing in his silent presence.]

Deva means divine, nirvesham means delight.... And all delight is divine. Pleasure is not divine -- delight is always divine. And the distinction between pleasure and delight has to be under-stood. Delight is always of the immediate. You see a bird on the wing -- and suddenly there is delight. You see a sunset and the clouds are luminous with the light -- and there is delight. You don't even become so conscious that you were filled with delight; only later on when it has gone -- when the sun has set, when the dark night has descended, and the clouds are no more luminous -- then retrospectively you will become aware that there was a great moment, there was joy, and it is no more now.

Now you think about it... now you start bringing the mind into it. Now it starts turning into pleasure. When the mind takes possession of a delight, it turns into pleasure. So pleasure is of the past and of the future, and delight is only of the present. In fact when it is there, you are not -- hence it is divine. It brings a moment of egolessness.

You come across a beautiful face, and for a moment you are lost. You lose all self-consciousness... it has possessed you. You don't know that it is pleasure yet. It is so sudden, how can you know it? For knowledge, a little time gap will be needed. You will know it when it is gone, when it is no more there. Then the mind comes in and starts brooding and interpreting that it was beautiful. You would like to have it again and again and again. You would like to repeat it. Again tomorrow you would like to see this face... again tomorrow you would like to see the sunset.

When delight is, you are not. When you are, delight has departed. Now you can think of the past delights. When you think about the past delights reflected in the mirror of the mind, it becomes pleasure. Then of course you start thinking about how to have it again. Greed arises.

Delight is beautiful -- pleasure is ugly. That which is gone is gone. Just know deep-down that it is over, and don't think about it -- it is pointless. You cannot create

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