After All, Without Understanding Yourself, What Basis

Surely, It Is Only When The Mind Is Creatively Empty That It Is Capable Of Finding Out Whether There Is An Ultimate Reality Or Not. But, The Mind Is Never Creatively Empty; It Is Always Acquiring, Always Gathering, Living On The Past Or In The Future, Or Trying To Be Focused In The Immediate Present: It Is Never In That State Of Creativeness In Which A New Thing Can Take Place. As The Mind Is A Result Of Time, It Cannot Possibly Understand That Which Is Timeless, Eternal.

You Cannot Prevent A Man Getting Drunk If He Wishes To Do So, But When He Becomes A Nuisance, Then You Interfere.

Surely, Life Is Not Merely A Job, An Occupation; Life Is Something Extraordinarily Wide And Profound, It Is A Great Mystery, A Vast Realm In Which We Function As Human Beings.

Freedom Of Life Does Not Mean Disorder Of Life, Does Not Mean Chaos, And Just Everyone Doing Anything He Wants. That Is Not The Freedom Of Life. The Tree, When You Give It A Chance, Protect It When It Is Young, Will Grow Straight, Because It Has Developed Its Own Resistance; But The Moment You Make It Delicate, Then It Gets Crooked.

You Are The World And The World Is You.