All Tradition Is Merely The Past.

The Earth Doesn't Belong To Anyone. It Is The Land Upon Which All Of Us Are To Live For Many Years, Ploughing, Reaping And Destroying. You Are Always A Guest On This Earth And Have The Austerity Of A Guest. Austerity Is Far Deeper Than Owning Only A Few Things. The Very Word Austerity Has Been Spoilt By The Monks, By The Sannyasis, By The Hermits. Sitting On That High Hill Alone In The Solitude Of Many Things, Many Rocks And Little Animals And Ants, That Word Has No Meaning.

Only When The Mind Is Tranquil-through Self-knowledge And Not Through Imposed Self-discipline-only Then, In That Tranquillity, In That Silence, Can Reality Come Into Being. It Is Only Then That There Can Be Bliss, That There Can Be Creative Action.

When We Stop Fighting With Ourselves, We Aren't Creating Anymore Conflict In Our Mind. Then Our Mind Can For The First Time Relax And Be Still. Then For The First Time Our Consciousness Can Become Whole And Unfragmented. Then Total Attention Can Be Given To All Of Our Thoughts And Feelings. And Then There Will Be Found A Gentleness And A Goodness In Us That Can Embrace All That Is Been Given In The World. Then A Deep Love For Everything Will Be The Result Of This Deep Attention. For This Total Attention, This Soft And Pure Consciousness That We Are, Is Nothing But Love Itself.

And For This You Must Have Quiet And Solitude. But Society Does Not Allow You To Have Them. You Must Be With People, Outwardly Active At All Costs. If You Are Alone You Are Considered Antisocial Or Peculiar, Or You Are Afraid Of Your Own Loneliness.

When One Has An Image About Oneself One Is Surely Insane, One Lives In A World Of Illusion.