The Mother Superior, who has overheard the conversation, says, “You shouldn’t have told him that we are without any male protection. Now that he knows he might come one night and molest us.”
After a brief moment of thought, the sister on duty opens her little window and shouts after the beggar, “Hey you, listen! At night the house is full of men!”
That’s the way of the mind – from one extreme to another, it never stops in the middle. It is extremist, either rightist or leftist, but it knows nothing of the golden mean.
You say: “Freud called it regressive and a seeking of the womb. This does not satisfy me.” You have not understood poor Sigmund Freud; he is one of the most misunderstood men of this century. He had many insights of tremendous value, and they gain more value because he was not an awakened man. He was a blind man groping for the door and many times he came very close to it. But obviously, not being enlightened himself, whatsoever he says about the door – his experience of being close to it – does not have that clarity which only a Buddha or a Lao Tzu or a Jesus can have. He uses words which can be very easily misunderstood. His words are ordinary, his insights very extraordinary. It is almost a miracle that a man who knows nothing of meditation, who knows nothing of his own consciousness, has many times come so close to the truth. One step more and he may have stepped out of darkness, out of blindness.
For example, Sigmund Freud calls it regressive. It is true, but the word regressive hurts. Nostalgia is regressive. Of course it does not satisfy you because it does not give any nourishment for the ego. Regressive? – and you always thought it was some great poetic quality, that you had a great understanding of the past, that your memory was magical, that you could recreate the past, you could relive it as if it were there again. You may have thought of it as something of very great creative value – and Sigmund Freud comes and he calls it regressive. It is certainly regressive.
You think of yesterdays only because you are not yet grown-up; you are still living somewhere farther back. The average psychological age of human beings is twelve years, and that is the average – one may be ten, eight, seven, six, five, because there are people who are sixteen, twenty, twenty-five… So don’t take the average for granted!
Just look into your nostalgia, where you are lingering in the past. There must be a few special spots, a few special memories which come again and again. That’s an indication that something has remained there, something has not grown since then. A part of you is still six years of age if that is the time which gives you sad and sweet memories. If you remember some other time, then another part is still clinging there. Man is spread almost all along the way.
There is a story in India: