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these things are immaterial, irrelevant. And you don't try... you simply get out! In fact, you don't even think; you will think when you are out. Then you will stand under a tree and you will take a good breath and you will say, "Thank God that I managed to get out!" But in fact you were not even thinking when you were getting out of the house. It was SO immediate.
When you come across a snake on the path, what do you do? Do you try to think how to jump, from where, how to escape? You simply jump! That action is total and that action is not of the mind.
That s what I mean:
THINK WITHOUT MIND
WALK WITHOUT FEET
FLY WITHOUT WINGS
Move into the immediacy of life.
I am not trying to teach: I am my teaching. The way I am, the way I look at you, the way I talk to you, the way I say something or I don't say something -- all that is part. It is not that I am separate from my teaching and trying to teach you. I am my teaching. And if you want to learn, you will have to be in tune with me.
Don't ask such foolish questions.
And you ask: WHAT IS YOUR EXACT MESSAGE TO HUMANITY AT LARGE?
WHERE IS HUMANITY? Have you ever come across humanity? You always come across human beings, never humanity. Humanity is an abstraction, just an empty word. The concrete and the real is the human being, not humanity. Don't be befooled by such great words.
People ARE befooled. I know a man: he was a colleague; while I was teaching in a university he was also a professor there. He is incapable of love, but he loves humanity. He is INCAPABLE of love, but he can-not accept that incapacity. It hurts. He cannot love any human being because his expectations are too great. He asks perfection. Now, you cannot find a perfect human being. This is a trick to pro-tect yourself from love. This is a way to avoid: ask the impossible -- it will never be fulfilled and you will never come to know your impotence.
He cannot love a woman, he cannot love a man -- he cannot love. He is simply cold. And natu-rally so: he is a professor of logic -- very cold. His heart has stopped beating; only his head is becoming bigger and bigger and
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