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Chapter 8: Dissolve Yourself

The concern is always the other - Luke will be without pants so everybody will be looking at him. The American concern is with the other.

The Baul’s concern is simply with himself. The Baul is very selfish. He is not worried about you, and he is not worried about anything that you have or anything that you have done. He is not concerned at all with your biography. He lives on this earth as if he were alone. Of course, he has a tremendous space all around him - because he lives on this earth as if he were alone. He moves on this earth without being concerned with others’ opinions. He lives his life, he is doing his thing, and he is doing his being. Of course, he is happy like a child. His happiness is very simple, innocent. It is not manipulated, it is not manufactured. It is very simple, essential, basic, like a child’s.

Have you watched a child just running, shouting, dancing for nothing at all - because he has nothing? If you ask him, “Why are you so happy?” he will not be able to answer you. He will really think that you are mad. Is there any need for any cause to be happy? He will simply be shocked that the “why” can be raised. He will shrug his shoulders and will go on his way and start singing and dancing again. The child has nothing. He is not a prime minister yet, he is not a president of the United States, he is not a Rockefeller. He owns nothing - maybe a few shells or a few stones that he has collected on the seashore, that’s all.

That’s all that Bauls own: a few seashells, a few stones - they will make a mala of those stones, they will wear the mala; a little instrument to sing, bells to ring for their innermost God, a small ektara, a one-stringed instrument - that too one-stringed, because that is enough - a small duggi, a small drum; that’s all.

A Baul sleeps unconcerned with the world. He lives, moves unconcerned with the world. And his God is always within him so wherever he is is his shrine. He never goes to the temple - not that he is against it; he never goes to the mosque - not that he is against it. He has come to the real temple, and now there is no need to go anywhere. He worships, he prays, he loves - but his love, his prayer, his worship is of the essential reality that he is.

The Baul’s life does not end when life ends; the American’s life ends when life ends. When the body ends, the American ends. Hence the American is very afraid of death. Because of the fear of death, the American goes on trying in any way to prolong his life, sometimes to absurd lengths. Now there are many Americans who are just vegetating in hospitals, in mental asylums. They are not living - they are long since dead. They are just managed by the physicians, medicines, modern equipment. Somehow they go on hanging on.

The fear of death is so tremendous: once gone you are gone forever and nothing will survive - because the American knows only the body and nothing else.

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