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the girl.
"Apple-a pie anna coffee," said the Greek.
Just watch your life: "Apple-a pie anna coffee, apple-a pie anna coffee...." You go on doing, repeating, the same thing, every day, day in, day out, year in, year out. Your whole life is a very small circle: the same anger, the same greed, the same fight, the same words, the same reasons, the same motives. Is this the way to grow? Is this the way to become conscious? Is this the way to know your original face? Are you hoping that moving in these small circles continuously, mechanically, robotlike, you will attain to bliss?
Drop all such hopes!
Rabbi Glucksman was seated next to a Baptist minister on a flight to New York. The stewardess approached them and said, "May I serve you a cocktail?"
"I will take a whisky sour," said the rabbi.
"And you, Reverend?" asked the hostess.
"Young lady," said the clergyman, "before I let liquor touch my lips I would just as soon commit adultery."
"Miss," said Rabbi Glucksman, "as long as there is a choice, I will have what he is having."
Not only do you go on moving in the same small circles, you repeat, you imitate other people and their stupidities. You are constantly repeating, you are constantly looking around at what is being done by whom. You don't live a life from within; you are imitators. Your whole interest is exhibition: how to show that you are better than others, how to show that you are richer than others, how to show that you are more intelligent than others. In fact, it is only the unintelligent person who ever compares himself with others. The really intelligent never compares, because each individual is unique and comparison is impossible.
Mrs. Zimmer hired an interior designer to have the house redecorated.
"Alright," said the decorator, "how would you like it done? Modern?"
"Me, modern? No!" said Mrs. Zimmer.
"How about French?"
"French? Where would I come to a French house?"
"Perhaps Italian Provincial?"
"God forbid!"
"Well, madam, what period do you want?"
"What period? I want my friends to walk in, take one look, and drop dead, period!"
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