For to stay, though the hours burn in the night, is to freeze and crystallize and be bound in a mold.

His trouble is twofold: he cannot stay any longer, the rules are against it. And he cannot stay even if existence makes an exception, because staying neither in this world nor in that world will put him into a limbo. For to stay, though the hours burn in the night, is to freeze and crystallize and be bound in a mold.

There are only two ways – either to go back and live the life that he never wanted to live, for the sake of others, or to go ahead and enter into a new life, a higher life, a life that knows no death. But, if you remain between the two, you will be crystallized into a mold; you will be turned into a stone statue.

Life is movement, it is a flow. It is a river, it is always moving. The moment it stops moving, it becomes dirty, muddy, starts dying. Flowing, it remains fresh and young and excited and adventurous because it does not know what is going to happen in the next moment.

Existence knows only flowing – always moving, never stopping. To stop is another name of death. In any direction, in any dimension, the moment you stop you are dead.

Hence I am against the idea that God is perfect. If he is perfect then Friedrich Nietzsche is right that he is dead. Perfection means death. Once something is perfect, there is nothing left to be done, nowhere to go, no possibility of any more growth. Because all the religions of the world have made their Gods absolute, perfect, that is the reason Nietzsche is saying that God is dead. But Nietzsche was only a philosopher – of great intelligence, but no meditation.

I say unto you, it depends on you whether your God is going to live or to die. Go on moving, then your God is alive. Stop and your God is dead.

It is almost like a bird on the wing: if the wings go on moving, the bird is alive. If the wings stop moving, the bird will fall down onto the earth, dead. Movement is synonymous with life. Anything permanent, unmoving, is synonymous with death. Only death never moves. Life knows no other law than movement.

I have always loved a beautiful, ancient story:

A great king dreamed that a black shadow was standing before him. Even in his dream he felt a great fear. Somehow he managed to ask the shadow: “Who are you and why are you here in my dream?”

The shadow said, “I have come with a purpose. I am not your enemy, don’t be afraid. I’ve come to warn you that tomorrow, as the sun is setting, you will die. So do anything that you can to avoid death.