A sexual person is afraid of death because death is against sex. This has to be understood. Sex is birth; death is against sex, because death will destroy whatsoever birth has given to you. Death is not against life, let me remind you. In your mind this is the dichotomy, life and death, that is wrong – death is not directly opposed to life. Death is directly opposed to sex, because sex is synonymous with birth; birth is out of sex. Death is against birth; death is against sex. Death is not against life.

If you live a life of awareness, by and by the energy that was moving in sexuality is transformed. Not that you have to transform it – just by being aware, dreams disappear; exactly as you bring a burning torch into the room and the darkness disappears. Sex is like darkness in your being. It can exist only if you are unaware. And Buddha says: There is nothing like that, …nothing like lust. Lust may be said to be the most powerful passion.

It starts very early. If you listen to the Freudians, and they have to be listened to because they are more right than your so-called saints…your saints may be telling you convenient and comfortable truths, but truth is never convenient and never comfortable. Only lies are convenient and comfortable. Freud is telling very uncomfortable truths. Truth is uncomfortable, because you have lived a life of lies.

Whenever somebody says a truth it shocks you, it hits deep, it hits on your lies, it makes you uneasy, uncomfortable. You start protecting your lies. When Freud asserted this, that from the very beginning a child is sexual, he was opposed all over the world. All so-called religious people opposed him. Now, I cannot believe it, that a religious person can oppose such a tremendous truth.

A child is born in sex, has to be sexual. A child is out of sex, has to be sexual. And children start preparing for their sexual life. I was reading a beautiful story:

A little four-year-old girl and a three-year-old boy walked hand in hand up to the front of their neighbor’s house. “We are playing house,” the little girl said when the neighbor opened the door. “This is my husband and I am his wife. May we come in?”

The lady was enchanted with the scene. “Do come in,” she said.

Once inside, she offered the children some lemonade and cookies, which they gracefully accepted. When a second glass of lemonade was offered, the little girl refused by saying, “No thanks, we have to go now. My husband just wet his pants.”

It starts very early: the husband and the wife and playing house. They are preparing. And it goes to the very end.

Another story:

The octogenarian went to the psychiatrist to complain about her husband’s impotence.

“And how old is your husband?” the doctor asked.

“He’s ninety.”

“And when did you first notice his disinterest in you physically?”