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follow me? The chariot was an assembly; it was a collection of certain things. The chariot had no being of its own. Please look inside. Where is your ego? Where is your `I'?"
You will not find that "I" anywhere. It is a manifestation of many energies; that is all. Think about each and every limb, about each and every aspect of yourself, and then eliminate everything, one by one. Ultimately, nothingness will remain. Love is born of that nothingness. That nothingness is God.
In a certain village a man opened a fish shop with a big sign: "Fresh Fish Sold Here."
The very first day a man came into the shop and read, "Fresh Fish Sold Here". He laughed. "`Fresh Fish'? Are stale fish sold anywhere? What is the point of writing `fresh' fish?"
The shopkeeper decided he was right; besides, "fresh" gave the idea of "stale" to the customers. He deleted "fresh" from the signboard. The board now read, "Fish Sold Here."
An old lady, visiting the shop the next day, read aloud, "`Fish Sold Here'? Do you also sell fish somewhere else?"
"Here" was erased. Now the board read, "Fish Sold."
The third day yet another customer came to the shop and said "`Fish Sold'? Does anybody give fish for free?"
The word "Sold" was deleted. Only "Fish" was left now.
An aged man came and said to the shopkeeper, "`Fish'? A blind man, even at a distance, could tell from the smell that fish are sold here."
"Fish" was removed. The board was now blank.
A passer-by asked, "Why a blank board?"
The board was also removed. Nothing remained after the process of elimination; every word had been removed, one by one. And what was left behind was nothing, an emptiness.
Love can only be born out of emptiness. Only a void is capable of merging with another void; only zero can unite totally with another zero. Not two individuals, but two vacuums can meet, because now there is no barrier. All else has walls; a vacuum has none.
So the second thing to remember is that love is born when individuality vanishes, when "I" and "the other" are no more. Whatsoever remains then is everything, the limitless -- but no "I". With that
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