In fact, right now you don’t have any inner world, or even if you have, you are not aware of it – which is almost the same. Whether it is there or not makes no difference to you; you know only the world of matter and objects. You know everything around you, except yourself.

You are illusory and the whole world is real; money is real, power is real. You…even you don’t know who you are. You have never come to encounter yourself.

I have heard…. In a train, two Englishmen were traveling. Then the train stopped and one of them got out of the train. His wife had come to meet him…but he looked very pale, sick.

She asked, “What is the matter, is something wrong with you?”

He said, “Yes. Whenever I have to sit, not facing towards the direction the train is going but facing the opposite way, then my whole body goes through a kind of feverish throbbing.”

The wife said, “But you could have changed your seat rather than getting sick.”

He said, “I wanted to, but another Englishman was sitting on the other seat.”

So she said, “What is the matter in that? You could have told him your problem and he would have considered it; it is not a problem for everybody.”

He said, “You are right, but how could I have said anything to him? because nobody has introduced me to him, and without an introduction….”

But it is not only about the Englishman – as far as the world of being is concerned, you have never entered it because nobody has introduced you to it. Nobody has given you a challenge to explore yourself.

Man has accepted challenges from the moon, from Everest, from Mars…and man goes on and on without knowing himself.

Until the moment all action – even the movement of thoughts is action – stops, you will not be able to know what being is, because action functions like a thick smoke around you. There are so many thoughts, so many emotions, so many sentiments, so many moods…you are surrounded by an invisible wall, but very thick – almost as thick as the Chinese wall; a car can go on top of it, it is as wide as a road. But it is invisible. So you go on carrying all this weight for your whole life, getting more and more miserable and not knowing that misery is not the nature of existence.

Misery is manufactured by man – existence is just playfulness, bliss. It is a song, it is a dance, it is a continuous celebration all the year round.

When you stop acting, doing, when you collect your consciousness at the very center of your individuality, you will be able to see a door opening into another world – the other world, the sacred world.

Outside you is the world of action.

Inside you is the world of being.