And the memory is not part of your consciousness; the memory is part of your body. The memory is just a mechanism like any computer. You feed it with information and whatever you feed it, it is perfectly comfortable with. It knows it. And knowledge gives you a certain power: you are within the territory where you are the ruler, you know everything.
The unknown, the new, suddenly exposes your ignorance, and that hurts. You don’t want to know your ignorance; that’s why the new is scary. But your ignorance is enormous; your knowledge is just a dewdrop. If you don’t want to remain a dewdrop – closed, absolutely nonreceptive and insensitive to the tremendous existence that is available to be yours any moment – gather courage and come out of your smallness. The moment the dewdrop takes a jump into the ocean is exactly the situation of a man who takes a jump from the mind into meditation.
Mind is so small. Existence and life are so vast, so infinite, that unless you come out of the mind you will live the life of a prisoner and a slave. A slave cannot know what dance is, a slave cannot know what freedom is and the joy of freedom and the blissfulness and the ecstasy of being vast, oceanic.
My work with you is to persuade you to come out of your caves which are dark – although they look very cozy to you because you are acquainted with them.
It happened in the French Revolution…. France had the greatest prison, the Bastille, where only prisoners who were going to be there for their whole lives were sent. They could only enter there; they could never come out. Once a person entered there…. It had only a door to enter through, it had no exit.
There are only two places like this in the world, and strangely, both are prisons. One is a Catholic monastery in Europe where whoever enters, enters forever. There are still almost ten thousand monks in that monastery. They cannot come out again, at least not while they are alive. Dead, they are free to go out – in fact others will throw them out.
And the other place, where prisoners were thrown in, was the Bastille. The Bastille had small cells for the prisoners: thousands of caves, dark caves with no light. The prisoners were handcuffed, chained, and the keys of their chains and handcuffs were thrown into a well that was in the middle of the prison – because they were never going to be opened, so what was the point of collecting thousands of keys unnecessarily? There was no point. Those people would die and then their chains would be cut, not opened, so there was no need.
In the French Revolution, the revolutionaries immediately thought to open the doors of the Bastille as a priority, and allow thousands of prisoners their freedom. They were thinking that they were doing something great. They could not have expected the response of the prisoners.
The prisoners refused. They said, “We have lived here, somebody for twenty years, somebody else for thirty years….” There were a few people who had lived there fifty, sixty, seventy years.