Only meditators have been found, down the centuries, not to have become mad. Because the meditator knows how to go beyond mind, he knows how to go beyond madness. He does not collect all kinds of crazy things; on the contrary, he continuously cleans his mind, throws away all rubbish that just goes on collecting in life, naturally.
You clean your house every day, but you have not thought of cleaning your mind every day. Just as your house collects dust – which is not dangerous unless it is radioactive, which is also a man-made danger – your mind also collects all kinds of junk, and you go on piling it up. A day comes…suddenly the pile is bigger than you, more powerful than you, starts dictating to you; you have to listen to it, otherwise it will not leave you in peace.
Mind cannot be a creator of joy. At the most it can be just a passage for the joy from the beyond to descend…and reach even to the very fibers of your body.
In the busy New York traffic, a taxi driver ran into the back of the car of Dr. Kendall, a psychiatrist. Dr. Kendall jumped out of his car, shook his fist at the cabby and screamed, “Why the hell can’t you look where you are going, you idiot?”
Then suddenly, he remembered his profession. He looked tenderly at the taxi driver, and said softly, “Let me put it this way – why do you hate your mother?”
He was a psychoanalyst doctor, and the psychoanalyst is obsessed with the idea of hating your mother, of hating your father. Anything goes wrong, the first thing is, “Why do you hate your mother?”
So now he is speaking his professional, cultured and educated language. But he had forgotten it for a single moment when he jumped out of his car and shouted, “Why the hell can’t you look where you are going, you idiot?” That was authentic – the second statement is stupid, although it is professional.
The psychoanalyst noticed a parrot perched on the farmhouse roof. He ran to fetch a ladder, climbed onto the roof, and was about to clap his cap over the bird, when the parrot fixed him with a beady eye and asked, “What the hell do you think you are doing?”
“Gosh, I didn’t mean nothing,” said the psychoanalyst. “I thought you was a bird.”
Even a man who is well educated…but all education remains part of the mind; it does not make you more alert, more conscious, it simply fills you with information. It treats you like a computer, and it is now well known that computers also can go crazy.
It was thought before that computers cannot go crazy, but it has been found that that was a wrong idea – computers can go crazy, can go mad.