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you are green. Everyone on my bus is green. I don't believe in black and white.'
Then he asked a white woman what color she was. She answered. 'White.' The bus driver said again. 'No. you are green. Everyone on my bus is green. I believe in one color; the whole humanity is one color.'
Then he shouted down the bus, 'Has everyone got that? Everyone on this bus is green. Now, all you dark green people to the back and all you light green people to the front.'
Just by changing words nothing is changed. You can replace my words in the place of your words, that won't make much difference. The meaning will go on the same.
So I am not saying change words. I am saying become a little more alert, so you can allow me a little space in you. And that's the meaning of sannyas. You allow a little space in you for me, you become a host and you allow me as a guest in you. And soon, the guest is such, the host will disappear and the guest will possess the home.
The third question:
Question 4
BELOVED OSHO, I WILL DIE FOR YOU, I THINK, BUT I DON'T BELIEVE A SINGLE WORD YOU SAY, NOT A SINGLE WORD.
Good, Anand Geet. Dying is always easy, living is difficult. To become a martyr is very easy, any stupid person can do that. In fact only stupid become martyrs. Otherwise who wants to become a martyr? But it is easier to die, because it happens in a single moment. And once you are dead you are dead, there is no more to it. But to live is the real problem, because life is long.
You say: I WILL DIE FOR YOU, I THINK.
And I know you cannot die even, because that 'I think' is not reliable. Thinking is never reliable, only feeling is reliable. Thinking is deceptive. People come to me and they say, 'Osho, I love you, I THINK.' How can love come out of thinking? There is no possibility. It is like trying to squeeze oil out of sand. Thoughts don't have any love. Thoughts can have much hatred, can have much anger, rage, but they don't have any love; you cannot take love out of them.
And when you say, 'I think I love,' you are deceived by the mind. Love is a feeling. And when you say, 'I will die for you, I think,' what you are
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