Life In The Savage Appears Different From

If We Can Really Understand The Problem, The Answer Will Come Out Of It, Because The Answer Is Not Separate From The Problem.

If People Are Foolish, They Are Bound To Mix The Personality And The Truth, And To Build A Temple Around The Personality And Form A Religion.

Why Are We Such Tortured Human Beings, With Tears In Our Eyes And False Laughter On Our Lips? If You Could Walk Alone Among Those Hills Or In The Woods Or Along The Long, White, Bleached Sands, In That Solitude You Would Know What Meditation Is. The Ecstasy Of Solitude Comes When You Are Not Frightened To Be Alone No Longer Belonging To The World Or Attached To Anything. Then, Like That Dawn That Came Up This Morning, It Comes Silently, And Makes A Golden Path In The Very Stillness, Which Was At The Beginning, Which Is Now, And Which Will Be Always There.

I Think One Has To Understand, Not As A Theory, Not As A Speculative, Entertaining Concept, But Rather As An Actual Fact - That We Are The World And The World Is Us. The World Is Each One Of Us; To Feel That, To Be Really Committed To It And To Nothing Else, Brings About A Feeling Of Great Responsibility And An Action That Must Not Be Fragmentary, But Whole.

To Concentrate Is Not To Meditate, Even Though That Is What Most Of You Do, Calling It Meditation. And If Concentration Is Not Meditation, Then What Is? Surely, Meditation Is To Understand Every Thought That Comes Into Being, And Not To Dwell Upon One Particular Thought; It Is To Invite All Thoughts So That You Understand The Whole Process Of Thinking.