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They are two aspects of the same coin.
When you are absolutely indifferent to both
Whatsoever comes you accept
Whatsoever goes you say good-by to.
When it comes you say hello
When it goes you say goodbye
Then you are a real sannyasin.
Once Picasso was asked the meaning of one
Of gis paintings that he was just finishing.
He remained silent for a few moments
Then he took the hand of the man
Who had asked the question, a great critic,
Took him outside the house in the garden
Pointed to a rose, and said
'What meaning does the rose have?'
Of course the critic said
'There is no meaning in a rose.'
And Picasso said ;If the rose can exist
Without any meaning why can't my paintings
Exist without any meaning at all?
If god can create things with no meaning
Why can't I create things in the same way?'
It is a beautiful anecdote, of tremendous import.
A rose is beautiful, but it has no meaning
In the sense that a commodity has meaning.
It is not a commodity, it has
No utilitarian purpose, it is non-utilitarian.
You can enjoy it.
But it is not bread, it is not butter
You cannot live on it.
It is sheer joy to see it
There is no end to it; it is an end unto itself.
And that's how life is.
It is not a means to anything else
It is an end unto itself.
It exists for no other purpose
It simply exists.
God creates non-purposively
He creates because he cannot help it.
He is creativity, he is overflowing energy.
He is delight, he delights in playing with things.
This whole existence is his leela, his play.
And that's how a sannyasin has to look at life
And at himself too
With the joy af a poet, a painter, a musician
Not with the eyes of a businessman.
Once you can see life
An having no purpose at all,
Just being for its own sake,
You enter into a world of tremendous celebration.
Then it is all dance and all song and all joy.
That's
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