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Indian music and western classical music is creative. The modern western music is destructive. If western classical music and indian music is played around plants, they grow fast. If modern pop music is played, the plant doesn't grow at all; it stops. It doesn't come to bloom... it becomes crippled and something in it dies.
The modern music creates anxiety, anguish. So music can be destructive, can be creative. Everything can be either this or that. Togetherness can be creative or destructive.
This group has to be very disciplined and yet spontaneous. It will take a little time for you to feel, but once you feel, once the vision has come to you and you have a glimpse, then you will be simply amazed how many treasures were already there and you never looked.
Get Out of Your Own Way
Chapter #2
Chapter title: None
8 April 1976 pm in Chuang Tzu Auditorium
Archive code: 7604085
ShortTitle: GETOUT02
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[A sannyasin studying acupuncture, said that he was a little dubious about the value of what he was doing... ]
Just these weeks you spend here will create much. It will give you more confidence and centring.
And everybody hesitates in the beginning. It is good... only fools don't hesitate. You are moving in a very delicate world. When you touch anybody's body or you work with needles, you are working on God. One has to be very respectful, very hesitant. One has to work not out of knowledge but out of love. Knowledge is never adequate, is not enough, mm?
So feel for the person. And always feel inadequate, because knowledge is limited, and the other person is an entire world, almost infinite. Man is never going to know man totally -- that's impossible. Once you have known something totally, it is exhausted, already dead -- has become an object. And man is not an object.
People can see you but they never see you. Just a part, the visual part -- a very small part, almost negligible -- they see. They touch you but they never touch you. They touch only the periphery, and you are there somewhere deep in the centre where nobody enters except love.
Man
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