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bliss cannot be negative. Just as in the light there can be no darkness, so when you are blissful there can be no evil; they cannot co-exist.
So both the meanings are basically connected. The man who cannot do evil is the man who helps; the man who helps is the man who cannot do evil. But both arise out of a blissful state of consciousness.
Deva means divine, punit means purity -- divine purity. By purity I mean innocence. Ordinarily purity means something that is against the impure -- good against bad, right against wrong, moral against immoral. That is the ordinary meaning of purity, but the true meaning is innocence.
Innocence means one who is unaware of good and bad, unaware of right and wrong; one who is like a child, one who has not yet chosen, one who is in a kind of choiceless awareness -- just like a mirror reflecting whatsoever is, with no judgment, no evaluation. That is true purity, that is divine purity.
If we cultivate purity, it is something human. It makes you moral, it can even make you a saint, but it will not bring you close to god, it will never make you a sage.
The saint is constantly struggling with his sinner; he is not innocent. He is in a constant civil war, he is divided. He is living in a nightmare. Each moment is a struggle: he is fighting with his body, he is fighting with his mind, he is fighting and fighting. His life knows no peace, no silence, no harmony. This can make a man very respected, it can be a very ego-fulfilling trip -- that's why so many people have tried it -- but it does not bring you close to God; in fact it takes you farther away.
Sometimes sinners are closer than your so-called saints, because they are more innocent.
The true saint has the quality of a child. That is the meaning of the word 'sage': one who has gone beyond duality, one who makes no distinctions, one for whom the whole of existence is beautiful. He denies nothing, rejects nothing, condemns nothing. He has no will of his own to impose on anything. He is just a dry leaf in the wind, and wherever the wind blows, he goes with it; he resists not. That is true purity.
Anand means bliss, doris is Greek.
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