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If you want to become a potter, become a potter. Or if you want to become a weaver, become a weaver. If you want to spin, I have got a beautiful spinning wheel; I will give it to you. And if you don't want to do anything, don't be worried -- I can manage, I am still working. While I am alive you need not worry."
He was the only person... Even my enemies told me that, "This is not right -- you should take your resignation back." Even the Education Minister called me personally and asked me to take the resignation back. 'You may have given in some moment and you may repent later on."
One day he saw my certificates. He said, "You have left the university, you have dropped the service -- why not burn these certificates?" He was the one who suggested me the idea and I burned them immediately. I said, "That's perfectly good!..."
We bring our children from the very beginning with it -- jealousy, envy. We make them fight, struggle. Our whole idea of life is based on survival of the fittest, and the fittest means the strongest, the most cunning. So whatsoever the means, nobody cares about the means. You have to achieve some end, you have to prove your mettle. You have to show to the world that you are not an ordinary person.
And the ordinary mind is Tao. That's why the world is missing joy, bliss, benediction -- because we are driving everybody crazy. Our whole educational system creates a kind of neurosis, and whosoever is ahead in that neurosis becomes very famous. Now people who become presidents and prime ministers, world-famous people, powerful people, if you look in their lives you will find nothing but neurosis. You will find nothing but anxiety, anguish, madness. They are boiling within, somehow managing a face -- not even a face, it is just a mask.
This is the greatest alcohol that is affecting human consciousness. We cannot see rightly because we are in a state of drunkenness. Whatsoever we are seeing is not there and whatsoever is there we are not seeing. And if our whole life is upside down there is no wonder in it.
A drunkard was walking round the statue of Joseph Stalin, sobbing desperately. A policeman, curious, approached
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