Chapter 9: Just to Be Born Is Not Enough to Be Alive
The people visiting the commune ask us again and again, why do we lead such a rich life?
I wonder why they do not ask why we live at all. That should be the right question. Life means abundance, richness, in every possible dimension. Just look at existence. Do you think it is poor? Look at the millions of flowers, their fragrance; look at the millions of stars. Man has not yet been able to count them, and I don’t think he is ever going to be able to count them. With your bare, naked eye you only see, at the most, three thousand stars - and that is nothing. And these stars are expanding. Just as a flower opens up and the petals start going away from the center, the universe is continuously flowering, blossoming, opening - and with a tremendous speed. The stars are going farther away from the center. We don’t know exactly where the center is; but one thing is certain, that the whole universe is running fast, moving, alive.
Those people who come here to visit don’t know what life is for. They have never lived. Yes, they have been born; but just to be born is not enough to be alive. They will vegetate and think they are living. And one day they will die, without ever having lived at all. These are the miracles that go on happening all around the world; people who have never lived, die - such an impossibility! But it happens every day. And many have recognized it at the moment of death, and have said it is so: “It is strange; for the first time I am realizing that I missed life.”
If you live, for what? To love, to enjoy, to be ecstatic - otherwise why live at all?
And what is “richness”? - just making life more and more enjoyable, more and more lovable, more and more comfortable, more and more luxurious.
The man who knows nothing of the great world of music is poor; he is missing one of the greatest luxuries of life. The man who does not know how to enjoy Picasso, van Gogh, does not know anything about the colors. If he cannot enjoy Leonardo da Vinci, how can he enjoy a sunrise, a sunset? Millions of people go on living, never recognizing a sunrise, never stopping for a moment to look at a sunset and all the colors that the sunset leaves behind in the sky. Millions of people never raise their eyes toward the sky and the splendor of it.
Living can only mean one thing: living it multidimensionally - the music, the poetry, the painting, the sculpture.but it is all luxury. I am not a worshipper of poverty; I worship luxury. And existence is luxurious, abundantly luxurious. Where one flower will do, millions of flowers blossom. Have you ever felt that existence is miserly? What is the need of so many stars?
If these fools who ask you the question, if they meet the creator they believe in, they will ask, “What is the need of so many stars? Why this luxury? A few less won’t do? What is the need of so many birds, animals, human beings?”