This question also comes from the same instinct. It exists in everybody; there is a collective will to survive. But what have you done in the thousands of years that you have been here? Can you justify that your being here on the earth has been a creative addition to existence? Has it made it more blissful, more peaceful, more loving? Has it changed nature for something better?
What have you done in thousands of years except killing, murdering, butchering, slaughtering? – and in beautiful, good names: in the name of God, in the name of truth, in the name of religion. It seems you want to kill and destroy, and any excuse is enough.
In Aesop’s fables there is a beautiful, small fable. A young kid of a sheep is drinking water in a stream, and an old lion comes by. It is breakfast time. The old lion is just a few feet above, standing on a rock. But you need some excuse – you can’t just jump on the little poor kid and make a breakfast. Man can do that; man goes on doing it, but animals are not so irrational. The lion steps down into the stream and he says, “Hi, kid! How are you?”
And the kid says, “By your mercy, everything is going well.”
The old lion feels a little stuck – from where to start? He says, “But do you remember that your father insulted me?”
The kid says, “You must be mistaken, because I was born after my father died. I have no idea at all what happened between you and my father. And what can I do about it? I apologize, although I had no hand in it, I was not even born.”
The lion becomes really angry. He says, “You have some nerve: I am here to drink water and you are making the water dirty!”
The kid says, “Please, just look; the stream is going downwards, and you are above me. I cannot make your water dirty, you are making my water dirty. How can…because the water I am standing in is going down, it is not coming to you. Excuse me, you are not looking rightly – perhaps you need glasses.”
The lion is now really angry that this…this is too much. He finally throws all argumentation and conversation and all civilization and culture, jumps on the kid and says, “Your parents have not taught you how to talk with older people, and I am going to punish you for that. You should be silent – you go on answering. This is insulting!” And he made a breakfast of the kid. Any excuse…. And this is your whole history.
Aesop’s fables are tremendously beautiful. They are not about animals, they are about you; they are about the beast within you.
Perhaps it is better that this world does not survive. But I am saying “perhaps” – remember that. Again, perhaps.
Each thing is born, grows, becomes young, old, dies. That’s the way of nature. Planets are born, and one day die. Suns are born, live millions of years, but one day, sooner or later, death comes. Wherever there is birth, there is death. They are two poles of one reality.