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devoted to, somebody you trust, says, "Don't be bothered. The things that you are dropping are not real, and unless you drop them you will not find the real."
All that is unreal has to be dropped. You have to come to a point of utter nakedness where you don't have anything -- no personality, no name, no fame, no face -- because all faces are different masks that you have been using on different occasions.
You can see it. Just sit by the side of the road, see the people on Juhu Beach. You can tell from far away whether a couple is married or not. How can you say? The married man looks as if he has been beaten the whole day, and is now somehow trying to reach home and fall on his bed and forget the whole nightmare. But he cannot show that face to his wife. When he looks at his wife he smiles, runs to bring the ice cream -- although he is cursing in his mind, "This woman is a hell!" But he is presenting ice cream to the hell... or bhal puri....
But if he is with somebody else's wife then you can see -- his eyes have a shine, he looks younger. He looks beautiful, he looks so energetic. You can just sit down and note the people who are passing -- who is married and who is unmarried, who is going with somebody else's wife. Different masks...
When you are with your beloved you have a different face; when you are with your wife you have a different face. Strange. When you are with your master, the boss, you have one face; when you are with your servant you have another face.
With the boss you go on moving your tail -- which does not exist at all, but it moves. With your servant you don't behave as if he is a human being. Have you ever said to your servant, "Good morning" or "Good night"? No, the servant is not human. He can go on passing through your room and you don't even take note of it, that anybody has passed.
These masks will fall down, and behind these masks is just your skeleton. It creates fear. But behind the skeleton is your real face, your original face. But you will have to pass through all this agony before you can feel ecstasy. Everybody wants to feel ecstasy, but nobody wants to go through the agony. Agony is the
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