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another trip also -- that now you need not trust so much; that too will make you feel good.
Just watch how the mind functions, and always remember -- not only about this, in the future also -- whatsoever I say is just a possibility: it depends on you whether to make it actual or not.
And I give you total freedom -- that's my way of working. I could have managed it, I could have forced something upon you, but that would not be my work, that is not my work, and that would not have made you happy either.
If you really want to get rid of the partner then why should you be forced together? I am not in favour of any marriage or monogamy or anything. Whatsoever is good, is good; whatsoever makes you feel good is good.
So remember it in the future also. My trust is not at stake. Your trust towards me should be unconditional -- only then is it trust. If it has condition then it cannot last very long... it is already dead. But it is good that you tried....
This Is It
Chapter #3
Chapter title: None
3 May 1977 pm in Chuang Tzu Auditorium
Archive code: 7705035
ShortTitle: THISIS03
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[A new sannyasin said that he only came to visit a friend and decided to stay.]
One never knows! And that's the beauty of life -- that there is always surprise and there is always the unexpected... and because the unexpected happens there is joy, excitement, ecstasy. Whenever only the expected starts happening, joy dies. Then one just leads a dried, dead, fossil-like life. The more of the unexpected there is, the more one lives. Life is the unexpected and with the unexpected, so always remain available to the unexpected -- that very availability makes one alive. There are very few people in the world who are really alive -- most are just alive corpses. They look alive, appear to be alive, but the unexpected has stopped happening. Now, that is ugly: they know they will be repeating their yesterday, they know what they will be doing even in their next life. If they have to live for eternity they will go on just like a wheel moving again and again and again -- just a broken gramophone
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