And Jean-Paul Sartre or Jaspers or Martin Heidegger are not unintelligent people; they are as intelligent as any Gautam Buddha. One thing is missing: they have depended only on reason. They are very rational people; they have completely forgotten the heart. They live in the mind and the mind is a desert. Nothing grows there – no flowers, not even an oasis. Modern man slowly, slowly has forgotten the language of the heart. The possibilities that open only through the heart have been completely forgotten. Only one thing has remained, and that is your reason, your rationality.
And the trouble is, all that is beautiful belongs to the heart, all that is meaningful belongs to the heart, all that is significant is a fragrance of the heart.
Reason is perfectly good as far as objects, dead objects are concerned; for scientific research it is the best instrument. For things, reason is the right method of discovery. But the moment the question arises about anything living, reason is impotent. And if you ask reason a question concerning life, love, peace, joy, blissfulness, it simply negates, as if these things don’t exist. It is almost like a blind man. If you talk about light to the blind man, he is going to say that there is no light. Because to see light… Your hands cannot do anything to see light, your ears cannot hear it, you cannot taste it, you cannot smell it. All your senses are perfect, but only eyes have the capacity to see light and colors and rainbows. Reason has a limitation. It is a perfect tool for dead things. And this is one of the mistakes of this whole century: we have been asking blind people about light, or asking the deaf about music.
Asking reason about love, meaning, significance, ecstasy, is futile. Reason will simply say these things don’t exist – because reason has never come in contact with any of these things. Reason is not intentionally denying you anything, it is just not its capacity; you are stretching it beyond its capacity.
It is good that at least in your life one thing is still significant: your love for me. But you cannot give any reason for it. Or can you? Is it something rational? Is there some arithmetic behind it, some scientific evaluation? Can your mind support it? It is not from the mind that you are related to me; it is that a part of your heart is still alive with me, is still dancing, is still singing. And that is the great hope: your heart is not dead; you have not completely denied it. This small loophole is enough. If I can enter through it, I can bring the whole of paradise behind me – don’t be worried.
And you are such a nice man that you are not thinking of committing suicide. So there is time, you are waiting for a natural death. Don’t be worried. Before natural death, I will give you the taste of natural life. And once you are drunk with natural life, death disappears; you become part of an eternal flow of life, which knows no end. Every moment is a new discovery, every moment a new peak. Every moment you think, “What can be more than this?” – yet the next moment something more becomes possible. This is an unending process. Just let me in. And the way to help me is to meditate. Sit silently…
Life is boring, so there is no harm in sitting with closed eyes, because there is nothing to see. Sit silently, peacefully. You have looked outside and you have found nothing but meaninglessness. Now give a chance to your inner world, look inwards.