5. Then cometh he to a city of Samaria, which is called Sychar,
near to the parcel of ground
that Jacob gave to his son Joseph.
6. Now Jacob’s well was there.
Jesus therefore, being wearied with his journey,
sat thus on the well:
and it was about the sixth hour.
7. There cometh a woman of Samaria to draw water:
Jesus saith unto her, give me to drink.
8. (For his disciples were gone away unto the city to buy meat.)
9. Then saith the woman of Samaria unto him,
How is it that thou, being a Jew, askest drink of me,
which am a woman of Samaria?
For the Jews have no dealings with the Samaritans.
10. Jesus answered and said unto her,
If thou knewest the gift of God,
and who it is that saith to thee, Give me to drink;
thou wouldest have asked of him,
and would have given thee living water.
11. The woman saith unto him,
Sir, thou hast nothing to draw with,
and the well is deep:
from whence then has thou that living water?
12. Art thou greater than our Father Jacob,
which gave us the well, and drank thereof himself,
and his children, and his cattle?
13. Jesus answered and said unto her,
whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again:
14. But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him
shall never thirst;
but the water that I shall give him
shall be in him
a well of water springing up into everlasting life.
Man’s consciousness is just the tip of the iceberg; otherwise his own being is drowned in darkness, in unconsciousness. And the little bit of consciousness that man shows is very fragile, very tentative, very accidental. It arises out of the pressure of circumstances, it is not a constantly flowing well in him. If there is some danger man becomes a little bit more conscious. If the danger disappears he relapses, relaxes back into his unconsciousness.
This unconsciousness is very deep, and the consciousness is very shallow. And whenever there is a conflict between the unconscious and the conscious, the unconscious wins. The conscious can win only as a servant of the unconscious. This is the misery of man. And all his pretensions of being conscious, alert, aware, are nothing but pretensions. This awareness is not even skin-deep. Scratch the man a little bit, and you will find a dark continent within him. Scratch yourself a little bit, and you will find a dark night of the soul. And people don’t go inwards because of the fear of this darkness.