Out of fear people can do anything. They can even become a member of The Couch Potato Movement. Just sitting for seven and a half hours per day just like a potato on the sofa, and growing fatter and fatter and fatter…. Once in a while they get up to go to the fridge; otherwise, they are doing so much Transcendental Vegetation. It has never been done on such a vast scale.
Why should people watch television the whole day? One has to look into the psychology. These people simply don’t want to know anything about themselves. These people are trying to avoid themselves by watching television. Television is a substitute; otherwise, having so much time you will have to look inwards – and that is a fear. Inwards?…but the fridge is outwards. Inwards?…but the boyfriend is outwards. Inwards you will not find anything. You cannot go shopping…You will just get drowned in nothingness.
This being drowned in nothingness creates fear. But the problem is that this fear is only because you don’t know the beauty and the bliss and the joy of drowning in nothingness, because you don’t know the ecstasy that opens up as you fall inwards. It needs a little taste.
I don’t want you to believe, I want you to experiment.
If thousands of mystics have experienced something inside, at least hypothetically, you can also have a look. Perhaps there may be something that you are missing.
There is no question of fear, just a little intelligence is needed – not friendliness with fear but an intelligence: the adventurer’s heart, the courage of those who go into the unknown. They are the blessed ones, because they find the meaning and the significance of life. Others only vegetate; only they live.
A Frenchman, a Jew and a Polack are each sentenced to thirty years in prison. Each man is given one request that will be honored by the jail warden.
“A woman,” asks the Frenchman.
“A telephone,” says the Jew.
“A cigarette,” says the Polack.
Thirty years later the Frenchman walks out with the woman and ten kids.
The Jew strolls out carrying a ten thousand dollar commission he has made during the time.
The Polack walks out and says, “Has anyone got a match?”
Just don’t be a Polack! Thirty years of holding the cigarette, waiting: “When the door opens I will ask has anyone got a match…”