The mind is Jewish. Once you go beyond mind you enter a different world: the world that cannot be accounted for, which cannot be explained, which is a mystery and which remains a mystery. The deeper you go into it, the greater the mystery. The more you know, the less you know. And there comes a moment…. When you really know it, you know only one thing: that you don’t know.
The second question:
Today I wanted to dance as you were speaking. And you even mentioned Kazantzakis, whom I love. But I feel inhibited to dance, even though I was sitting in the back. This place feels conservative to me, but probably I didn’t dance because of my own conservatism. Is this a question?
Not at all – it is a confession.
This place is not conservative. But you are all conservative, and you make this place. It is not mine, it is yours. If it were mine it wouldn’t be conservative. But I am alone and I cannot make it. I am a stranger here. It consists of you, and you are conservative. This place becomes conservative: it cannot go beyond you because you are the constituent parts. It is the total of your conservatisms.
But who bothers? If you are really in a state of dance who bothers? Then you can dance, even on the road. Maybe the police will come and take you to prison, but that’s okay. What can you do? If you can stop the dance then it is not worth doing. It must have been a mind game; it must have been just an idea, an idea in the mind that you would like to dance – but not really.
When dance happens, it is not an idea in the mind, not at all. It is a tremendous energy in the body. It has its own force. You are possessed, you cannot do anything. You forget this place, you forget the society, you forget the world. You are helpless, you are possessed by dance. Then something from the beyond enters.
It must have been just an idea in the mind. That’s why you stopped it. Ideas can be stopped, but when you are possessed you cannot do anything about it. It happens; it is not done. And when it happens, then it is divine. When you do it, it is human and ordinary.
It is not a question. It is a confession.
And you say that you love Kazantzakis. That too may be just an idea in the mind, because people love things that they lack in their life. Reading Zorba the Greek you may love Zorba, but if you met Zorba you might not like him, because he will be such a totally different, altogether different, being than you. Even Kazantzakis was never at ease with Zorba. They were friends. Zorba was a real person: he is not just in a novel. Even Kazantzakis was very uneasy with him because he was a totally different type of man – absolutely hedonistic, absolutely in the moment. Nothing else mattered except happiness.