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#5
Chapter title: None
5 December 1977 pm in Chuang Tzu Auditorium
Archive code: 7712055
ShortTitle: OPENDR05
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Antar means inner, ayan means dimension -- inner dimension. An evolution is nothing but evolution in the inner, in the interior. Evolution is a kind of interiority. The rock is there; it has no interior. It is all outside, it has no inside. There is no depth in it. It has no centre within it, the centre is missing. It has no secret life: all is exhibited. Whatsoever it is, it is there. It is public, hence it has a kind of vulgarity. It is all on exhibition. The rock is absolutely extrovert; it knows nothing of introversion. It has no subjectivity.
Then there is a rose flower. It has something inner. It has grown; evolution has happened. The rose is not just on the outside -- something from the inner is illuminating it. It has depth, the rock has only thickness. The rose petals are not thick, very thin, but they have depth. When you look at the rose flower, it is not all on the outside. Something is hidden, something is there -- a kind of secret. The rose is not naked as the rock. It has a personality. Very rudimentary, very primitive, but evolution has started.
Then there is a peacock or a dove or a parrot. Now, it is very very clear that they have an inner life. When you look at a parrot, she also looks at you; the rose cannot look at you. When you look at a peacock, the peacock is not just an object. The peacock has its own presence; it has subjectivity.
With the rock you can relate only as 'I-it'. with the rose you will be ambiguous about whether to use 'I-it' or 'I-thou'. But with the peacock you cannot use 'it'. The relationship cannot be of 'I-it', it can only be 'I-thou'.
This is how evolution goes on. In the man immense subjectivity happens. Man is only very little on the outside; just the tip of the iceberg is on the outside, the whole iceberg is inner. That's why man is unpredictable, that's why man seems to be beyond scientific approach -- because science can study the rock perfectly well, but with man something is so hidden, so private,
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