Chapter 6: You Can’t Get There from Here
The first question:
Why do I always ask nearly the same questions, again and again?
Because the mind itself is repetition. The mind is never original. It cannot be; by its nature it is such. The mind is a borrowed thing. It is never new; it is always old. Mind means the past - it is always out of date. And by and by mind becomes a pattern, a habit, a mechanism. Then you become very efficient in it. Then you go on moving in the same rut, in the same routine, again and again and again.
You go on asking the same questions because you go on remaining the same mind.
Unless you are new your questions are not going to be new. Unless you drop the old mind completely, totally, utterly, the new question cannot get into you. The new question cannot get into you because there is no space, you are already filled by the old. And the mind has a persistent habit of repeating itself; it is more efficient. The mind is very stubborn. Even if it pretends to change, the change is not real, just a pretension, a modified form of the old. Maybe the language changes, the form changes, but the deep question remains the same.and the mind goes on persisting.
You have to see it. This question is good. At least, this question is not old.
This is from Saroj. She has been asking questions, and I have been never answering her, but today I decided to answer because this is a new glimpse, that she has understood one thing; that she has been asking again and again the same old thing. This understanding is new. A new morning, a new dawn has come to her mind. Her consciousness has become alert to a certain old pattern.
Help this awareness; cooperate with it. By and by you will start seeing yourself in two dimensions the dimension of the mind - the old, the past; and the dimension of consciousness - always fresh and always new, always original. I will tell you one anecdote:
A man excitedly ran up to another man on the street and slapped him heartily on the back. “Paul Porter,” he greeted him, “am I glad to see you! But tell me, Paul, what in the world happened to you? Last time I saw you, you were short and fat. All of a sudden you seem tall and thin.”
“Look, sir,” the puzzled man answered, “I am not Paul Porter.
“Ah!” boomed the undaunted greeter, contemptuously.
“Change your name too, eh?”