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returning from the west, says: I have felt you very close to me the last few months. People have been so very kind to me... have been welcoming..It's been lovely.]
It is -- because the world is really a very loving world. We just live with wrong attitudes, so even kind people look unkind, even loving people don't look loving -- because we are hiding behind fear, we are not vulnerable. And when we are afraid, the other becomes afraid. Fear creates fear. When we are defensive, the other becomes defensive -- and of course this is a vicious circle. When you see that the other is defensive, you become more afraid, you become more defensive. Then hatred arises.
We have been brought up with very wrong values -- the darwinian concept that life is a struggle, and the fittest survives. All nonsense!
Life is not a struggle at all -- it is a love affair.
It is absurd to say that the fittest survives. In fact the one who survives is the one who is very very soft, loving, kind, compassionate. The fragile survives... the feminine survives.
But we have been brought up with those ideas, so we are continuously on guard. Everybody is on guard -- and everybody is thirsty for love, hungry for love. People are dying. Millions of people are available and nobody loving. Everybody wants to be loved, and everybody wants somebody to love, but the fear... the wrong conditioning.
Once you drop these conditionings, suddenly the whole world changes its colour -- it becomes psychedelic. It is very colourful.
That is my whole effort in giving you sannyas -- so that you drop the old violent attitudes -- attitudes based in fear and obsessions based in fear -- and you start loving. And there is nothing to lose! Even if you are cheated and robbed, there is nothing to lose. Even if you are killed, there is nothing to lose.
Life is beautiful only when there is love. Love is a higher value than life... a greater value than life. Life can be sacrificed to love, but love cannot be sacrificed to life.
Just the other day I was reading a story. Leslie weatherhead tells the story of the second world war. Two soldiers were very friendly, great friends.
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