Chapter 5: Sex to Ecstasy
Love, at the instinctive level - which is the lowest level - is just a dream created by nature so that you can pass through this arduous job of making love. If there is no euphoria around it, you are going to refuse: “I am not going to make a fool of myself.” Nature has given you a certain allurement.
So in the unconscious state where instinct functions, love is only a name. It means nothing, it simply means foreplay.because just going to a woman and asking her, “Are you ready to come with me to bed?” looks so sudden and so inhuman that the woman, even if she wanted to come with you, is going to slap you. Instead of sleeping with you she is going to slap you then and there.
No, you have to follow a certain procedure - and that procedure you call love. It is not that you do it deliberately to cheat the woman, no: you are being cheated as much as she is being cheated by the same biological forces. The same force is making you say beautiful things to her, what you call “sweet nothings,” whispered into her ear. And the same force is managing things from the other side also, so that she believes you. Whatever you are saying - even if the woman is the ugliest that you have seen, if you say to her, “You are the most beautiful woman in the world, perhaps another Cleopatra,” she is going to believe it! And it is not that you are saying it to cheat her, to deceive her in any way; in that moment you are really true.
One of my friends, a very rich man, who presented me with almost everything.. He made it a point that nobody could present anything before him, so everything that I needed or could have needed anytime he managed to present to me - things which I never used. I asked him also “What am I going to do with this?”
He said, “That is not the point. The point is, nobody is going to present you anything before me. Later on they can go on presenting you with things - and millions will be presenting you things out of love - but they will always be after me. Nobody else can be first.”
And I was very reluctant, because if there was something I was not going to use, if it was no use to me, he was unnecessarily wasting money. And he was so particular and such a perfectionist that only the best satisfied him. If I would not take something then he would find ways somehow to smuggle the thing into my house. Once, when I was leaving - I used to stay with him at least three days every year, that was a commitment. So three days I used to stay with him every year, and when I was leaving he said to me - which he had never said before - “Just be a little careful about your suitcase.”
I said, “I have come so many times, and so many times you have come to the train to say good-bye to me, but you have never said to me, ‘Be careful about the suitcase.’ What is the matter?”
He said, “Nothing is the matter,” and he gave me the key.
I said, “Strange - why are you keeping the key? If it had been left with you, then I would have been in trouble” - and it was a thirty-six-hour journey from his place to Jabalpur.
He said, “No, I was not going to forget it.”