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He was just laughing about death -- it is nothing much to be serious about. Even death is not worth being serious about. But there are fools who think that even life is a serious affair; nothing is a serious affair.
My sannyasins have to learn to be cheerful in every situation -- good or bad. Even if you are thrown into hell, go laughing and your laughter will transform hell. This is my fundamental message: I want a religiousness in the world which knows how to laugh, how to be blissful, how to dance, how to celebrate.
Gandharvo means divine musician. In Indian mythology gandharvas are the musicians of god, they are heavenly musicians.
Music is divine. It is something that comes very close to meditation. Just one step more and you are in the world of meditation. Music is almost the boundary line between mind and meditation. Nothing comes closer because music is pure joy, it is festivity. Also it has no words. Words are limited, sounds have unlimited significance.
And the beauty of music is that although it is sound it creates silence. That is the criterion to judge whether Music is real music or just pseudo. The pseudo means it is noisy; it simply disturbs you. Maybe the disturbance looks like excitement, but it is not of any great value. That's what the so-called pop music does: it touches only the superficial in you, the biological, the sexual; it does not go deep. The higher the music is, the more the sound starts doing a miracle: it creates silence. When the music creates silence in you, when listening to the sound silence is created, then one is truly a musician, then has heard the real music.
Meditation can be expressed only through music. So learn the beauty of the sound, so that you can learn the beauty of silence. From sound to silence -- that is the way of the meditator. Just listen to this silence of the night. It is also sound, the insects are creating a certain king of music but their sound does not disturb the silence; on the contrary, it enhances it, it enriches it. And life should be such that the paradoxical, the contradictory, becomes complimentary. Then your very life has a music, a harmony, and only in that
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