The neighboring king – also a great emperor and a friend of the king who had made this house – heard about it. He was also suffering from the same paranoia. He came to visit him and to see his new place. And he was amazed at the way he had managed the security.
And when he was taking leave…the king had come out to give him a send-off, they were old friends. And the neighboring king was saying to him, “I have never seen such security as you have managed. I am going to make the same kind of house with no windows, no doors, no possibilities of anybody entering. With the same system of guards.”
Just then a beggar sitting on the street started laughing. They both were annoyed and asked the beggar, “What is the matter, are you mad or something?”
The beggar said, “I am not mad. I have been watching the building of this security palace. And I was worried that perhaps you are not aware that for death, even this one door is enough. And guards will not be able to prevent death. I always wanted to see you and suggest to you that the best security is if you go in and tell the masons to close the door. Even one door is dangerous. You have left one loophole in your security system.”
Both the kings listened to him in amazement. What he was saying made sense. But the owner of the palace said, “Your logic is without fault and you will be rewarded for that. But you don’t understand one thing: that if I go in and close this door too, then this is no more a palace, this becomes my grave.”
And the man said, “That’s exactly what I mean. Only in the grave are you absolutely secure. I used to be a king myself once. I had also tried to find security. This is my way of finding it – I renounced the world and became a beggar. Now nobody tries to assassinate me. Nobody even takes any interest in me.
“People go on walking down the street and I go on sleeping without any fear in the darkest night, because I don’t have any friends anymore or any enemies. Under the stars in the open sky I have found my security. And with the security I have also found a tremendous thrill of living.
“According to your own logic, if you close one more door this will become a grave. This has already become ninety-nine percent a grave, just one percent is left. The more doors you close out of fear, the more windows you close out of fear, the more you die. Now why not finish the whole fear?”
The king never went to live in that house. It was exactly right that the more secure you are, the more you have to be dead. And vice versa is also true: you want to live on the heights, sunlit peaks, you have nothing to lose. One day death is going to take away everything. That is absolutely certain, not a probability. And there is no way for you to protect yourself against it. This very understanding will drop the paranoia. Then why be bothered?