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Chapter 27: Breaking the Shell of the Past

I said, “A strange kind of logic.”

But there was no way. He was so insistent I had to go. But as darkness started disappearing and the birds started singing, and the morning freshness, and the beautiful sun rays, as if a new sun had come - the old died last night - I would ask him many questions. He said, “While walking you have to be silent.”

I said, “I can be silent only on one condition.”

He said, “What?”

I said, “My condition is: don’t disturb my sleep in the morning. You can choose. If you wake me up, you also wake my intelligence. It is good that people in England take their dogs for walks: I am not a dog! So either you have to go for your walk alone - wherever you want to go, go. Even if you don’t want to return, nobody is going to worry about it. One day you will go and you will not return - and that can be any day. But if you drag me out of my bed, then be prepared for my questions. And my questions are not out of curiosity. I feel so full of wonder about each and every thing.”

He said, “I cannot leave you sleeping. I am creating a foundation for your whole life. It is a healthy habit, because the air is fresh, the sun is young, everybody is asleep, all over there is silence. And the birds only sing once in a while; their singing does not disturb the silence, on the contrary, it deepens it.”

I said, “I am ready.”

He said, “Let us have a compromise.”

I said, “I don’t believe in compromises. Either I am right or I am wrong. What kind of compromise? What do you mean by.?”

He said, “You don’t have to do anything; it is all on my part. I will take you for the morning walk, and you can ask any questions you like, as many questions as you like, but I am not going to answer.”

I said, “That’s perfectly okay.”

And it was really a joy! I would pull his shirt, nudge him, that there was a question. For a few minutes he would keep silent; finally he would get angry. He would say, “What kind of boy have I got? You don’t allow me to enjoy my walk!”

And I said, “What about my sleep?”

Finally he dropped it. He said, “You sleep and I’ll go for a walk.”

As you grow older you lose the sensitivity for wonder, you become more and more dull. But the reason for it is that now you know everything. You know nothing, but your mind is now full of borrowed knowledge, and you have not ever thought that underneath it is nothing but darkness and ignorance.

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