The wife was suspicious – as every wife is always suspicious – about the intelligence of her husband. She said, “I don’t believe in your mathematics and all this nonsense. I am interested in the life of my children.”
He said, “Don’t be worried, my calculations are absolutely right.” He went ahead, and the wife shouted because two children started going down. She was holding them somehow, and the current was strong. But you will not believe it, Diodorus said, “What is happening? There must be some mistake in my calculation. So you wait, hold the children, I am going to the bank to see my calculations in the sand.”
She said, “Drop all that nonsense – these children will be gone! You can do your calculations later on.” Because she was screaming, he had to take the children to the other side. Leaving them on the other side, he came back to look at the calculation. Still he could not see a simple fact, that average is the most fictitious thing.
Some child was taller, some child was very small; the stream somewhere was very deep and somewhere it was very shallow – and you bring out the average. There is nobody who is average. But he was so much involved in his mathematics that even his common sense was missing. This has been the story of many great thinkers, philosophers, scientists. Their intelligence was great, they have contributed great ideas to the world, but their memory system and their common sense were very small.
Anand Alok has the mind of an intellectual. He wants to understand every word, analyze it, argue for and against, and come to a conclusion. But this is not the way of the meditator.
Anand Alok, your girlfriend is perfectly right, don’t disturb her. If she is enjoying my presence, my silence, and just the sound of my words, not the meaning, and if she is feeling a certain growth of consciousness in her, then everything is going as it should be. No interference is needed. On the contrary, you should start forgetting and unlearning Confucius, Karl Marx, Mao Zedong-Tung, who are all intellectuals. None of them is a meditator.
For twelve years, as a sannyasin, I have repeatedly risked living above the income I could make, and so far have not only survived, but at times been immeasurably blessed. But since my re-entry into Chinese society and becoming forty-eight years old, I’ve become more sensible and worry about health insurance and creating a financial base for myself.
What does it mean for a sannyasin to live in society without falling into the mental traps of stability, and missing the growth in trust, possible in a state of insecurity?