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are calculating absolutely wrongly. Nobody loves a miserable person -- that's an absolute principle. People can sympathise but sympathy is not love, and it doesn't satisfy. It hurts, it wounds. To be in a situation where people have to sympathise with you is not a good situation; it is humiliating.
So this is exactly what the case is with you. I have put it plainly. I may even look hard to you, mm? because you come for consolation. But I cannot console you because I never help any negative state. This is simply ugly -- drop it! Get out of it! Start moving and again singing, again dancing and again fooling around. That will give you more positivity, and only out of that will trust towards me arise. Only loving people, people who are in love, will be able to look at me, to connect themselves with me.
So start from this moment, mm? That's exactly what I mean -- 'fooling around'. And right now you are looking happy -- just at the idea of it! (laughter)
[Another sannyasin says: I don't know which way inside is.]
Just allow it to happen. That question is irrelevant, because inside is not any direction -- neither north nor south nor east nor west, neither up nor down. And there is no way to it; it is already where we are. It is not really a movement from 'a' to 'b'. It is just a recognition, a remembrance. It is just awareness arising in you and seeing the fact that you have always been here -- you had never left this space for a single moment. In fact, you cannot leave it, there is no way to leave it. You had just fallen asleep.
In the morning when you wake up, it is the same place -- the same room, the same bed in which you had fallen asleep. From sleep to waking there is no distance, no physical distance. You don't travel it, you don't have to take a vehicle. When you open your eyes you suddenly know you have been here the whole night, although you dreamed of a thousand and one things and in those dreams you moved to faraway places. But even when you were in your dream in faraway places, you were here in this room, on this bed, under this sheet, under this blanket. So when you wake up in the morning, you don't ask 'How did I arrive
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