Then one day suddenly death comes, and it is always sudden. It gives no hint that it is coming. The foot sounds are never heard, the footsteps can never he guessed. It always comes suddenly, catches you unawares, and the friend is gone, the lover is gone, the beloved is gone; the mother, the father, the brother is gone. Then there is mourning because death destroys tomorrow, and you were depending on tomorrow. Now there will be no tomorrow. Now you cannot postpone, and the person is gone. Now you feel a deep repentance; out of that repentance mourning arises. You are not weeping for the friend who is gone, you are weeping for yourself, for the wasted opportunity.
If you really love, and love here-now, death cannot take anything from you. I say to you: death may even become an opportunity, an opening, a new door.
You loved the friend when he was visible, and you loved him so deeply that you started feeling, through your love, the invisibleness of him. Then death takes the body. Now in that gross element, body is no more there to hinder. Now love can flow totally. You may even feel thankful to death. You were already discovering the spiritual dimension of your beloved, lover, friend, and now death has taken the last obstacle. Now you can see through and through. Death has given you an opportunity to see whether you really loved or not, because if love’s eyes cannot penetrate that much so that you can see that which is not body, that which is beyond matter, that which is invisible, then it is not love. Then those eyes may be of something else, but not of love. Love always reveals the God in the other; that’s the definition of love. If it reveals the God in the other, only then it is love, otherwise it is not. You will be crying and weeping and mourning, and will you be thinking that you are weeping for the friend who has gone? No, you are weeping for yourself, you are crying for yourself.
I would like to tell a very famous story. King Pyrrhus of Epirus was asked by his friend Cyneas, “Sir, if you conquer Rome, what will you do next?”
Pyrrhus replied, “Sicily is nearby and will be easy to take.”
“And what will you do after Sicily?” Cyneas asked.
“Then we will pass over to Africa and plunder Carthage.”
“And after Carthage, sir?”
Cyneas enquired, ‘And what do you expect as a reward from all these victories?”
“Then,” said Pyrrhus, “we can sit down and enjoy ourselves.”
“Can we not,” suggested Cyneas, “enjoy ourselves now?”