Chapter 2: The Heart Has No Questions
The first question:
Do you really have to break my heart?
Yes, Somendra. It is a thankless job, but it has to be done. Man exists on three planes: the head - the world of thoughts, the thinking process - the most superficial plane. Below it is the heart - the world of feelings, emotions, sentiments - a little deeper than thought, but not the deepest. And the third is the realm of being - no thought, no feeling - you simply are.
My work starts by destroying the thinking process first - obviously, because that is where you are. I have to hammer your head mercilessly. Once your energy has moved from the head to the heart, I start breaking your heart too. First I use your heart as a temptation. I tell you to move from the head to the heart. It is just to give you a goal which is not very far away, because a distant goal cannot appeal to you. If it is too far away it appears impossible; the goal has to be within your grasp.
Rooted in the mind, the world of being is very, very far away; it looks almost nonexistential. Hence the heart is a midway place, a resting place; it is not the goal. One day you have to be ready to leave it too, but before that I use it as a temptation for you.
I talk about love and the beauty and the ecstasy of feeling - it is only a device so that you can move from the head to the heart. Once you have moved from the head to the heart, then I start hammering on your heart too. Then I have to help you to get rid of the feelings because feelings are as stupid as thoughts.
Logic is stupid, love is not less stupid - sometimes it is even more stupid! Logic is a game, love too is a game, and you have to be aware of all the games that you are capable of playing. Logic deceives, love does too. One has to rise to the heights or dive to the depths where logic and love both disappear. They are two sides of the same coin: on the one side is your head, on the other side is your heart.
The philosopher deals with the head, the poet with the heart, but the mystic is beyond both. The mystic is transcendental; he is pure being, just consciousness, neither thought nor feeling.