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Chapter 10: He Sings and Dances and Cries

Mulla Nasruddin rubbed the side of his nose with his hand, and meditated. Finally he said, “Your Honor, I guess there are three sides to this case - my wife’s story, my story, and the truth.”

Yes, he is perfectly right.

“You have heard about two sides of a truth,” he said, “but there are three sides” - and he is exactly right. There is your story, my story, and the truth; I and you and the truth.

The truth is neither “I” nor “you.” “I’ and “you” are impositions on the vastness of the truth. “I” is false, “you” is false; utilitarian, useful in the world. It will be difficult to manage the world without “I” and “you.” Good, use them - but they are just devices of the world. In reality, there is neither “you” nor “I.” Something, someone, some energy exists with no limitations, with no boundaries. Out of it we come, and into it we disappear again.

The sixth question:

Even if sometimes love-like feelings arise in my heart, immediately the next moment I start feeling “This is not love, this is not love at all: it is all my hidden cravings for sex and all that.”

So what is wrong in it? Love has to arise out of lust. If you avoid lust, you will be avoiding the whole possibility of love itself. Love is not lust, true; but love is not without lust - that too is true. Love is higher than lust, yes, but if you destroy lust completely, you destroy the very possibility of the flower arising out of the mud.

Love is the lotus, lust is the mud the lotus arises out of. Remember it; otherwise you will never attain to love. At the most, you can pretend that you have transcended lust. Because without love, nobody can transcend lust - you can repress it. Repressed, it becomes more poisonous. It spreads into your whole system, it becomes toxic, it destroys you. Lust transformed into love gives you a glow, a radiance. You start feeling light, as if you can fly. You start gaining wings. With lust repressed you become heavy, as if you are carrying a weight, as if a big rock is hanging around your neck. With lust repressed, you lose all opportunities to fly in the sky. With lust transformed into love, you have passed the test of existence. You have been given a raw material to work with, to be creative. Lust is the raw material.

I have heard: