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to your own truth.
Yes, I can show you the path, how to find yourself. But I cannot order you; this is not an army. But the old world of masters and disciples was almost just like an army: everything had to be according to the rule the master had given. And centuries have passed and the rule remains and people go on following it without any understanding. They cannot even answer why they are doing it -- just because it is written in the scriptures, because great masters have said it.
But times change; circumstances change. Moreover, no two individuals are the same; hence no rule can be applicable to all the individuals, century after century. In fact no rule can be applicable to you all even in this moment, there is no question of centuries. Even in this moment you are all separate individuals like beautiful pillars of a temple -- supporting the same roof, but the pillars have a distance; they have their own unique individuality.
You are all here to seek and search the truth of your being -- that is the roof of the temple. And you are all like the pillars -- but every pillar has to be himself. It may support the same roof, but it is not going to be a replica of another pillar. He has to be his own, original self.
I am saying this to you so you remember that I don't belong to the old category of masters, and there is no category to which I can belong. Neither do I want any of you to be imitative. Life is not a dance when you are just an imitation. It is a dance when you are yourself.
I am not like anybody -- Gautam Buddha or Lao Tzu or Chuang Tzu. I love these people; I love them because they were unique -- but I am myself and I love my uniqueness just as I love their uniqueness.
Your question is significant when you ask, "Why does all this intimacy, even so delightful, scare me so much?"
It is very simple, Sarjano. Love is the most dangerous thing in the world, because love dissolves you just like a dewdrop disappearing in the ocean. It does not kill you, but it certainly makes you so big, so huge that you cannot think in the old terms as when you were just a dewdrop, sitting on the lotus leaf.
The lotus leaf...
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