But no, you cannot sleep because God is not. You are worried because God is not. There are people who worry that God must be; they go on making others believe – they try to convince. Who are they trying to convince? It is not a dialogue, it is a monologue. Whatsoever you try to prove is really of your inner imbalance. You would like it if the other didn’t exist. Then, then you could feel a balance.
But the other is…the other is – it haunts you. Atheists, theists, for-against people – it haunts them. You have to balance yourself, then it simply drops. All problems drop when you are balanced. You cannot solve any problem, remember; problems simply disappear when you are balanced. Problems are just symbolic indications, they are not the real disease. The real disease is the imbalance.
There are people who live with a clenched fist; they hoard – they hoard everything. They don’t know, because hoarding becomes their habit. They hoard everything, anything – rubbish. You may not be aware that they even become constipated because they hoard. You will always find a miser constipated. He cannot relax, he cannot give anything out of himself; he even hoards excreta. And then he seeks a remedy for constipation. There is no remedy for constipation. The remedy is to relax and share. When you share, the body relaxes totally because it is a total organic unity. A person who can love will never be constipated – impossible, because he shares all his energies. And if he can share his heart, why should he hoard excreta? No, the hoarding is a closing. You go on shrinking within yourself. You cannot give anything; you have lost the very dimension of giving.
Go to the misers’ houses…. Just a few days ago there was news. Two brothers lived in New York. For thirty years they didn’t allow anybody to enter their house. Nobody knew what they were doing within the house. They never married, because misers never want to fall in love; a woman can be dangerous. And when a woman enters, you never know what she will do with your money. She is bound to waste it. So they never married, they never fell in love, and they hoarded and hoarded things, every type of thing.
Just a few days ago, two or three months ago, they both died from an electric shock. Something went wrong and they died. Then the police opened the house. They found millions of dollars worth of every sort of thing; it was impossible to enter the house. There were fifty television sets, forty-nine never opened – just in their boxes; radios, refrigerators, many just unpacked – they had never used them.
They used to live on milk. One brother would go and bring the milk in the morning, that was all. He would bring the milk and a newspaper, they would read the news. And what were they doing inside? – arranging things. And they had made such a mess! It was a three-story building, all three stories filled with things; one had to creep because there was no space left.