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is separation from god, bliss is reunion. And by god I don't mean some person; by god I simply mean the whole, the existence, all that is.
Man lives in isolation. He tries to create a subtle wall around himself so that he can feel that he is somebody special. That wall, that subtle invisible wall is what is called the ego, and it is the root cause of misery.
It is as if a tree is trying to separate itself from the earth, from the sky, from the sun, from the air, from the stars, from the moon -- from everything that surrounds it. The tree will start dying because it has to be nourished by the earth, it has to remain rooted in the earth, it has to be nourished by the sun rays, It has to understand that it is not separate and it cannot be separate, that it is absolutely intrinsically part of the organic unity of existence.
But no tree is as foolish as man is, no animal either is as foolish as man is. Man is the only idiotic animal on the earth, but that idiocy can also be transformed into a great blessing, because only man can understand what is separation and what is union.
The trees, the birds, the animals, are one with existence -- but unaware. They are blissful but they have no idea of what bliss is, they are not conscious of it. And a bliss which is unconscious is not of much value. You may have a treasure, but if you are not aware of it what is the point of having it?
This distant call of the cuckoo is beautiful to us, but not to the cuckoo itself. The cuckoo has no idea of what beauty is, what music is, what poetry is. It is unaware -- blissful, but unaware.
Man is not aware but miserable. But this misery can be dropped. Awareness has to be increased a little more and man has to drop it consciously and has to achieve a reunion -- I call it a reunion. The tree and the cuckoo and the other birds and the animals are in a state of union. Man has to reclaim it; he has lost contact with it.
Only man can be a Buddha or a Christ. Hence that foolishness is not just a curse, it can also be a blessing. It all depends on us, on what we do about our misery. We can go on nursing it and we can go on creating more hell for ourselves.
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