Chapter 8: There Is No End to It
If you die without singing the song you were born to sing, you will die in sorrow. You shall have to be born again and again in order to sing this song for nature does not accept things in halves. The day you are complete, total, you will be accepted.
Therefore, the Hindus say, “He who is perfect is not born again.” He has sung his song and attained his bliss. The stream has met the ocean and there is no reason for him to come back. You return again and again because you fail every time. Nature sends you back again and again, for nature is in no hurry. It has infinite time at its disposal.
I have heard: Two people were traveling in a train. One was from Bombay and the other from rural Bihar. The Bihari gentleman asked, “What is your name, kind sir?”
“Veenu,” replied the Bombayite. “And what is yours?”
“Sri Sri Satyadev Narayan-Prasad Sinha.”
The Bombayite’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “Such a long name!” he exclaimed.
“Well, you see,” explained the Bihari, “we are not Bombayites. We have enough time at our disposal for such names.”
God is not a resident of Bombay. He has plenty of time. Nature is in no hurry. You may fall a thousand times; you may prove worthless endless times, and nature will patiently push you back here. But you will suffer endlessly until you succeed. Unless and until you have sung your song, unless and until you have fulfilled your destiny, you will not be accepted. There is only one sorrow, one anguish, that this existence does not accept you but turns you back again and again. Once you are accepted, you are immersed in it and then there is no return.
Nanak calls the second division the realm of knowledge - to know what is with full awareness.
Third is the realm of shame. When a person knows what is to be known, then only does he realize his own ignorance, hence the shame. The ignorant man swaggers about in arrogance. Without modesty the ignorant are totally unaware of the ignorance that fills them. An ignorant person struts about as a wise man. Only the wise knows how vast is his ignorance. He feels: “What do I know? Hardly anything!”
Socrates said, “When I became enlightened the one thing I knew for certain was that I knew nothing.” When knowledge becomes complete this is what you know - that you know nothing, that you are nothing. You become a zero. This zero Nanak calls the realm of shame. Then you are filled with shame: What am I? Nothing worthy of the name, and how I prided myself on my knowledge - swollen like a bubble! How I exaggerated the little I knew.