He said, “I think so.”
I said, “Right now you think so. Once you become a cabinet minister, you will not think the same way.”
He became a cabinet minister, and immediately when he came to see me he said, “You were right. The day I became a cabinet minister my mind said to me, ‘You have come a long way. Now to be the prime minister of the country is not far away. Just a few steps more and you can become the prime minister.’ But now I am so tense, so worried, I cannot sleep, I cannot enjoy anything. While I am eating I am thinking of politics. While I am making love to my wife I am thinking of the prime ministership. Everything has become mixed up. Help me to find some peace of mind.”
I said, “First you become prime minister. Your mind will say, ‘Now become the president of the country.’ If you go on listening to the mind, you cannot have any peace; if you want peace, stop listening to the mind. And drop all those things that you have attained by listening to the mind. As a poor man you were so happy, so joyous. You had nothing, but you had a beautiful being. I am not saying throw away your money. Just don’t let your mind dominate you. Then wherever you are you will be peaceful.”
If your mind dominates you, even in paradise it will say, “This is paradise? – there must be something more!” All the houses look so old and rotten and used, because they have been there for eternity. All the people look so sad and serious; they have also been there for eternity. So much dust has gathered on them, and they have nothing to do there, they have lost their dignity. They have attained paradise, but they have lost their humanness, they cannot laugh.
Laughter is prohibited in paradise, did you know? No scripture of the world, of any religion, says that humor is a religious quality – except me. Nobody is willing to allow humor into religiousness. What will those dead, dry-as-a-bone saints be doing in paradise, can you conceive? They cannot love, they cannot play cards, they cannot even have a football match. They cannot watch television – it is so unsaintly; they cannot drink even a cup of tea, no coffee break, and no work at all…Their days are empty, their nights are empty; they must be hankering to come back to the earth. At least here they were worshipped as saints; there, nobody worships them because everybody is a saint.
But nobody can come back from paradise. It has an entrance, but no exit. So before entering paradise, think twice – this is going to be the last act, then you are finished. It is entering almost into your own grave. But the mind will say certainly, “This is not paradise. Find out! Look for paradise. This seems to be some mockery, the devil seems to be behind it. It seems to be a great joke to call this paradise.” Even in paradise your mind will not allow you to have peace: peace and mind don’t meet.