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nonsense, the whole trip. And once you are authentically frustrated -- and when I say authentically, really frustrated, I mean that now you don't start any other hope again; you simply accept it and you return back home -- you will start laughing. This is what you were always seeking. And it has always been inside you, but you were too much occupied with seeking.
There is a very beautiful movie called THE KING OF HEARTS. The context is the First World War, and the Germans and the English are fighting over a French town. The Germans plant a time-bomb and leave the town, and the French learn about the bomb and they also leave the town.
All the people in the insane asylum come out, take over the empty town, and have a wonderful time -- because nobody is left there, only the insane people of the insane asylum. Even their guards have escaped, so they are free. They come into the town and everything is empty: shops are empty, offices are empty. So they take over the town; they take over the empty town. and have a wonderful time. They all put on different clothes and enjoy themselves thoroughly. Their madness simply disappears; they are no more mad. Whatsoever they always wanted to become and could not become, now they simply became, without any effort. Somebody became the general, and somebody became the duke, and somebody the madame, and somebody else the doctor, the bishop, or whosoever he wants to become. Everything is free. They put on different clothes and enjoy themselves thoroughly. Everyone takes on some role in the town: general, duke, lady, madame, bishop, etc. One guy becomes a barber, and he pays customers because he enjoys being a barber; and he gets more customers that way.
They are all living these roles, living in the moment and enjoying it completely, utterly.
A British soldier is sent to the town to disable the bomb. He gets frustrated because he cannot find where the bomb has been put. He starts ranting and raving and shouting, "We are all going to die!" So everyone, everyone: the general, the duke, the bishop -- the mad people -- everyone brings lounge chairs to watch him perform. They clap and they cheer. Of course, he
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