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Chapter 5: A Very Dangerous Place

This poor fellow is asking Seppo, the master:

“I have shaved my head, put on black clothes, received the vows - why am I not to be considered a buddha?”
Seppo said, “There is nothing better than an absence of goodness.”

This is a very significant statement. A buddha does not know that he is good, that his actions are virtuous. Do you think the cuckoo knows that her song is sweet? Do you think a flower knows that its fragrance is magnificent? A buddha is simply a buddha. He is not even able to say, “I am good.” He has gone beyond good and bad. He is simply an isness.

Is the sky good or bad? To become aware of your own consciousness is to become aware of your inner sky. It is neither good nor bad; it is neither right nor wrong. A buddha is not a saint; that is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding of the priests. A buddha is far away from any division and duality: the saint and the sinner, the good and the bad, the right and wrong. A buddha is a transcendence. He is a watcher, far away from all our dualities.

Seppo has said it in a way that is really difficult for scholars or the so-called priests of religions to understand:

“There is nothing better than an absence of goodness.”

Have you ever seen? - the so-called good people are so full of ego. The very idea that “I am good” is dangerous. A buddha simply knows he is nothing, nobody, a pure cloudless sky. A buddha is not a saint.

All saints are actors. I am saying it unconditionally: All saints are actors. They are trying in every way to behave like a buddha. Sometimes they can even behave better than a buddha, because Buddha has not rehearsed and they are rehearsing perfectly, disciplining themselves, for years; they can defeat the real Buddha.

It happened that on the sixtieth birthday of Charlie Chaplin, his friends arranged a competition all over England, so that whoever performed the best as Charlie Chaplin was going to be given a great prize. There were three prizes - first, second and third. From different places, different theaters, different drama companies, people tried. And in the final stage, Charlie Chaplin, being a man of tremendous humor, entered himself into the competition from a faraway village, believing that he would be first anyway - “Who can perform better than me?”

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