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One is freed of oneself. Not that one is free; one is freed from oneself.
Just go on looking at thoughts, looking at feelings as things arise, with no idea of I.
It is almost like this: when there is lightning we say 'It is lightning'. What do you mean? Is there something else also, the 'it'? There is only lightning; there is nothing behind it. It is not that 'it' is lightning. When we say 'It rains', what do we mean? Is there something that is raining? There is nothing; it is all rain! There is nothing behind it.
Buddha says: There are only processes, and there is no substance behind anything. And modern physics agrees absolutely with Buddha: matter is not! It is only energy running, running fast! There is no substance in the world; It is exactly like modern physics: modern physics says there is no matter and buddha says there is no self. It is all energy formation, processes of course, verbs of course, but no noun and no pronoun.
It is such a great insight that intellectually it is not possible to understand it. One has to meditate more and more, then one day suddenly it dawns on you. Suddenly one sees -- yes, where am I? All the layers have been looked into and just emptiness in the hands... but that emptiness is all!
[A sannyasin asks about her relationship: I just feel like I want my own space... and I'm perfectly happy living separate.]
I can understand, but one thing you have to understand which will be helpful later on, is that people want their own space but when they have it they start feeling sad; what to do with that space? They start inviting somebody into that space.
You start inviting somebody into that space and you feel very good. The person comes into your space and, of course, he starts overlapping your space. You feel very good in the beginning; then by and by he becomes a permanent resident there in that space and you are no more alone. Then you feel interfered with, trespassed on: you start feeling that you are no more as free as you used to be. You start hankering for that space again, and a very imaginary nostalgia arises. Now you want your space back. Then there is fight.
You invited
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