Chapter 4: Learn from the Peacocks
Look again at his statement. “The next generation needs to be told..” The language of “telling the next generation” is the language of the politician. The next generation needs not to be told, the next generation needs to be shown. One should become a mystic, that’s the only statement possible. It is not that the next generation has to be “told” because then you become a leader, then you are no longer a master. What is the difference between a leader and a master? A leader tells you what to do, a master is. He shows you how to be.
Brown says: “The next generation needs to be told that the real fight is not the political fight..” But it still remains a fight. The language is still of aggression; the language is still of rape, not of love. These things show. These are the loopholes. One has to read between the lines only then will you understand. To fight again? The very word “fight” is ugly.
And he says: “the real fight is not the political fight..” But any fight is going to be political; fight as such is politics. Against what you fight makes no difference, you will become a politician. The mystic does not fight, the mystic is a drop-out - remember it. He is not a fighter, he is a drop-out. Seeing the absurdity of things he gets out of it, he jumps out of the wheel. If you fight, you remain in it, you become part of it. Even in opposition you remain in it. Just by being opposite to anything you don’t go beyond, just by being opposite you are not transformed. Then you will have the politics of an anti-politician, but that is nothing.
And remember, when two persons fight they become alike. People are more like their enemies than like their friends - have you not observed it? When you have to fight with somebody you have to choose the same strategy, the same techniques, the same weapons, the same ways. Churchill fighting a Hitler almost becomes a Hitler. It bas to happen otherwise he will not win over Hitler. Churchill wins over Hitler because he proves to be more of a Hitler than Hitler himself.
The enemy transforms you utterly into being like himself - that’s why I say you can choose your friends foolishly but never choose your enemies unwisely. Friends don’t transform you very much but enemies go deep, enmity goes deep. Love seems to be very, very momentary; hate seems to be permanent. A love affair happens and goes, the honeymoon ends very soon, but enmity continues for years, for generations, sometimes for centuries.
Why is man more capable of hatred than of love? In fact, sometimes when you see him in love it is only because of hatred. For example, if India and Pakistan go to war, there is great love amongst Indians; they feel more united, they feel more like a family. Then the Maharashtrian is not fighting with the Gujarati, then the Hindi speaking people are not against the non-Hindi speaking people. Then they forget all their enmity, they are one. The common enemy creates a kind of love. But it is love created out of hatred and when that hatred is no longer there then this love will disappear - it was a by-product.