Hence, Somendra, I have to break your heart. I have destroyed your mind – the first step has been taken. The second step is harder, because the heart is closer to the being than the head. It is very easy to see the rubbish of the head. It is very difficult to see the rubbish of the heart. The head reflects nothing of the being, hence to disidentify yourself from the head is not such a great problem. It is easy to see that thoughts are separate from you; it is very difficult to see that feelings are different from you. They are so close and they reflect something of your being. Feelings are more attuned with your being, hence the possibility of being deceived by them.
The greater work starts when you start disidentifying yourself from your heart. The heart is not your soul; certainly it is better than the head. And why is it better? It is better only because it is closer to the being, but even though it is closer there is still a distance. Closeness is also a distance. You have to fall still deeper. You have to come to a point, to a center, from where you can see thoughts and feelings as all separate from you, where you become just a mirror.
That moment is the moment of enlightenment, you become a buddha. Less than that will not help, less than that is not worthwhile.
The second question:
If heaven and hell are on the same plane, only divided by a tattered fence, why is the positive side of the mind supposed to be better than the negative?
It is the same question put in a different way: mind is negative, heart is positive. The language of the mind is rooted in no, the mind immensely enjoys saying no. The more you can say no, the more you are thought to be a great thinker.
There is a beautiful story by Dostoyevsky, The Idiot:
Once in a town there was a man who was condemned by the whole crowd as the greatest idiot who had ever lived. Obviously he was continuously in difficulty. Whatsoever he would say, people would start laughing, even if he was saying something beautiful, true. But because it was known that he was an idiot, people would think that whatsoever he did and said was idiotic. He might be quoting sages but still people would laugh at him.
He went to a wise old man and told him that he felt like committing suicide, that he could not live anymore. “This constant condemnation is too much – I cannot bear it any longer. Either help me out of it, or I am going to kill myself.”