Just the other day I received a message saying that he is continuously sleeping, just because of his fear of his wife. He does not want to wake up. The moment he wakes up, he again takes sleeping pills. I told the friend to tell him, “This sleeping is not going to help. It may even kill him, but it will not help him or his wife either. He must face the truth.”
Very few people face the truth, that what they call love is only biological, and ninety-nine percent of love is biological. Friendship is ninety-nine percent psychological; friendliness is ninety-nine percent spiritual. The one percent left in love is for friendship; the one percent left in friendship is for friendliness. And the one percent left in friendliness is just for that which has no name. In fact the Upanishads have called it exactly that: “Tat tvam asi – Thou are that.” Tat…what am I going to call it? No, I am not going to give it any name. All names have betrayed man. All names without exception have proved to be enemies of man, so I don’t want to give it a name.
I simply indicate with my finger toward that. And whether I give it a name or not, it has no name. It is namelessness. All names are our inventions. When are we going to understand a simple thing? A rose is a rose is a rose; whatsoever name you call it, it makes no difference at all because even the word rose is not its name. It is simply there. When you drop the language between you and existence, suddenly – the explosion! – the ecstasy!
Love can help, hence I am not against love. That would be as if I am against using a staircase. No, a staircase is good, but walk carefully, particularly on an old staircase, and remember: love is the oldest. Adam and Eve fell from it; but there was no need to fall, no necessity, I mean. If they had chosen – and once in a while one wants to fall too, then it is just your choice; but to fall out of freedom is one thing, and to fall as a punishment is totally another.
If I were to write the Bible again…I would not do such a stupid thing, believe me. I am saying if I were to write then I would make Adam and Eve fall, not as a punishment but as a choice, out of their own freedom.
What is the time?
“Five past eight, Osho.”
That’s good, because I have not even begun. The beginning takes a long time.
Love is good, just good, but not enough, not enough to give you wings. For that, friendship is needed, and love does not allow it. So-called love, I mean, is very against friendship. It is very afraid of friendship because anything higher is a danger, and friendship is higher.