Chapter 11: Not Mind, Not Buddha, Not Things
People, ninety-eight percent of them, are asleep in things. Try to find out where you are asleep, because the work has to start there. If you are asleep with things, then you have to start from there. Drop that sleep with things.
Why do people go on thinking about things? I used to stay in a house in Calcutta. The woman there must have had at least one thousand saris, and every day it was a problem.. When I was there her husband and I would be sitting in the car and her husband would go on honking and she would say, “I am coming!” - and it was difficult for her to decide which sari to wear. So I asked, “Why is this a problem every day?”
So she took me and showed me, and she said, “You would also be puzzled. I have got one thousand saris and it is difficult to decide which one to choose, which will suit the occasion.”
Have you seen people?.from the very morning they start cleaning their car, as if that is their Bible and their God. “Things” is the first sleep, the grossest. If you are attached too much to things and continuously thinking of things, you are asleep there. You have to come out of that. You have to look at what type of attachments you have, where you cling, and for what. What are you going to get there?
You may increase your things, you may accumulate a vast empire, but when you die you will go without things. Death will bring you out of your sleep. Before death does, it is better to bring yourself out; then there will be no pain in death. Death is so painful because this first sleep has to be broken; you are to be snatched away from things.
Then there is the second sleep, the sleep of the mind. There are people who are not concerned with things - only one percent of people - who are not concerned with things but who are concerned with the mind. They don’t bother about what type of clothes they use - artists, novelists, poets, painters; they are not worried about things in general, they live in the mind. They can go hungry, they can go naked, they can live in a slum, but they go on working in the mind. The novel they are writing.and they go on thinking, I may not be immortal but my novel that I am going to write is going to be immortal; the painting that I am doing is going to be immortal. But when you cannot be immortal, how can your painting be immortal? When you are to perish, when you are to die, everything that you create will die, because how is it possible that from death something immortal can be born?