Every day I encounter people who would like me to put them together. Impossible! Nobody can put you together, because that togetherness will again be putting you on a wall. That togetherness will again be of the false. That togetherness will again be like a dream, and beneath it the fragments will be continuously fighting, and the war will continue.

Yes, somehow it can be managed. That’s what psychoanalysts go on doing in the West. They are putting Humpty Dumpty together. Whenever somebody has a fall from the wall…. The wall may be Washington, or the Wall Street of New York; it may be Madison Avenue, or Delhi, or Moscow…. The wall may be anything. The wall is whatever gives you a feeling that you are somebody.

And whenever somebody falls, psychoanalysts try to put him together. That is what they call “making him normal again.” He has become abnormal. Now he cannot hold his parts together: the parts are moving away from him, from each other. He is like a cloud dispersing. They force him from every side; they put him back. They pull him to the earth: they try, somehow, to give him a readjustment.

This is where western psychoanalysis and eastern approaches differ – and differ tremendously. In the East, if you go to a buddha, he is not going to put you together. He will say, “You are blessed that you fell. Now leave those parts there. No need to put them together. It is good, it is a god’s blessing that you became maladjusted – because only in a deep maladjustment does a possibility of revolution exist.”

When you are adjusted you are not even aware that you are wasting your life – in the club, in the marketplace, or even in the temple. If you are a respectable citizen that means you are still sitting on the wall, you have not yet had the great fall: a respectable citizen – respected by people, well-known for your integrity.

And what sort of integrity is possible for you? It can be no more than a facade, a camouflage, a false face. The face seems to be one, but behind the mask a thousand and one masks are hidden. The fall is imminent any day.

Then psychoanalysts will come together. All the king’s horses and all the king’s men will try to put you together, they will try to bind you together. But they are not helping you. They are really trying to make you normally abnormal, ordinarily mad, lukewarm mad, so you can fit with the other mad people who are around. They will give tranquilizers, they will give you electric shocks, they will do many things to help you to be “back your own self.” And you don’t have any self, you never had.

A great fall is a great blessing. Don’t try to put them together. Leave them there and escape. If you come to a buddha, he will say, “Leave those parts there. Good that they have fallen apart. Now rise beyond them. Just come out of that Humpty Dumptyness, uncorrupted by it. Become a sky.”