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disappears, when one cannot see sin existing, and the whole existence takes on the quality of holiness, that is the moment of enlightenment. Then suddenly the joy is infinite, because then one lives surrounded by beauty; wherever one is there is heaven.
Even if you throw a man like Buddha or Jesus into hell, you will not be able to torture him there. You will not be able to make him miserable there; he will find something utterly beautiful there too. There too Jesus will thank God for the beauty of hell, and Buddha will be able to meditate amidst all the fire of hell; those flames will become petals of lotus flowers. It depends on the vision, it depends on how you look at things. There are people for whom even flowers are thorns, and there are people for whom thorns have become flowers.
Sannyas is an initiation into this art of transforming the whole existence into a beatitude. And that is the meaning of your name -- let it become your life too.
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Deva means divine, abhinavo means new, newness, freshness -- divine newness. The word "new" comes from the same root: navo. Life is constantly renewing itself; not even for a single moment is it the same. If it appears the same to us, that simply shows that we have missed seeing the change that has happened. Maybe the change was too fast and we could not see it; maybe the change was so quick, and we were not alert -- we were asleep. Maybe we were occupied with something else. That's what is happening: because the mind is constantly occupied with the past or with the future, it goes on missing the change that is happening right now.
Everything is changing. Trees are growing, so are the mountains; rivers are flowing and so are the mountains. Everything is in a flow -- nothing is stagnant. The child is growing, the young man is becoming old, the old is moving every moment into death. Death is becoming life, and life is becoming death; day's turning into night and the night is turning into day. It is constant -- the wheel goes on moving, but we go on missing it because we are never herenow; hence the boredom. We think everything is the same.
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