“See, monsieur?” said the babe as they passed her. “Look what you got for your lousy ten bucks!”
Your understanding is your understanding. Your interpretation is your interpretation. You will look from your angle. Whatsoever you hear is your interpretation, always remember. Beware of it! It is not what I have said, it is what you have thought that you have heard – and they are not the same things. You agree with your own echo, you don’t agree with me. You agree with your own idea. Then how can you change? The idea is yours, the agreement is yours, so there is no possibility of change.
You please stop agreeing, disagreeing. You just listen to me. Your method of agreement may be a sort of trick to protect yourself, so that you don’t get the shock. It functions like a buffer. I say something, you agree immediately – the shock is avoided. If you were not agreeing with me it may have shocked you to your very roots, it may have shaken you to your very guts. I say something, you say, “Yes, I agree.” With this agreement you cut off. Now there is no need to be shocked: you agree. If you were not agreeing or disagreeing….
It is the same thing with disagreement. The moment I say something and there is somebody who says, “I don’t agree,” he has cut the energy. Now the energy will not go into his roots and will not shake him.
We have created so many buffers around ourselves, protections. These protections will not allow you to change. To change, you will need to be shocked – shocked tremendously, terribly. It is going to be painful: transformation is going to be painful. Agreement is very comfortable, so is disagreement. I don’t make much difference between agreement and disagreement; they are two aspects of the same coin.
The real person who wants to be near me and close to me, who wants to be really in contact with me, will not agree, will not disagree. He will simply listen to me – pure listening, absolutely pure listening, with no interpretation. He will put himself aside. He will give me way.
The third scene….
The teacher had just finished giving her first-graders the basic facts of life. Little Mary raised her hand from a front-row seat. “Can a six-year-old boy make a baby?”
“No,” said the teacher, smiling, “that would be impossible. Any other questions, class?”
Pause…. Mary again put her hand up. “Can a six-year-old girl make a baby?”
“No,” said the teacher. Whereupon the little boy behind Mary leaned forward and whispered loudly in her ear, “Ya see! I told ya, ya didn’t have nothin’ to worry about!”