The first question:
You have always pointed out that most things and states are two extremes of one state, polar opposites. Then hate is the other end of love. Does this mean it is as easy to hate as it is to love? Love is so beautiful. Hate is so ugly, and yet it happens too.
Love is a natural state of consciousness. It is neither easy nor difficult. Those words don’t apply to it at all. It is not an effort; hence, it can’t be easy and it can’t be difficult either. It is like breathing! It is like your heartbeat, it is like blood circulating in your body.
Love is your very being…but that love has become almost impossible. The society does not allow it. The society conditions you in such a way that love becomes impossible and hate becomes the only possible thing. Then hate is easy, and love is not only difficult but impossible. Man has been distorted. Man cannot be reduced to slavery if he is not distorted first. The politician and the priest have been in a deep conspiracy down the ages. They have been reducing humanity to a crowd of slaves. They are destroying every possibility of rebellion in man – and love IS rebellion, because love listens only to the heart and does not care a bit about anything else.
Love is dangerous because it makes you an individual, and the state and the church, they don’t want individuals, not at all. They don’t want human beings – they want sheep. They want people who only look like human beings, but whose souls have been crushed so utterly, damaged so deeply, that it seems almost irreparable.
And the best way to destroy man is to destroy his spontaneity of love. If man has love, there can’t be nations; nations exist on hate. The Indians hate the Pakistanis, and the Pakistanis hate the Indians – only then can these two countries exist. If love appears, boundaries will disappear. If love appears, then who will be a Christian and then who will be a Jew? If love appears, religions will disappear.
If love appears, who is going to go to the temple? For what? It is because love is missing that you are searching for God. God is nothing but a substitute for your missing love. Because you are not blissful, because you are not peaceful, because you are not ecstatic, hence you are searching for God – otherwise, who bothers? Who cares? If your life is a dance, God has been attained already. The loving heart is full of God. There is no need for any search, there is no need for any prayer, there is no need to go to any temple, to any priest.