Man’s very wrong education has made the head the most important part of the human body. The head or brain is not the most important center of life-energy in man. It is like going to a plant and asking it what its most important and vital part is. Because the flowers can be seen at the top of the plant, the plant and everybody else will say that the flowers are the most important part. So although the flowers seem to be the most important, they are not; the most important part is the roots, which are not visible.
The mind is the flower on the plant of man, it is not the root. Roots come first, flowers come last. If the roots are ignored the flowers will wither away because they have no separate life of their own. If the roots are taken care of the flowers will be taken care of automatically; no special effort is needed to care for them. Looking at a plant it seems that the flowers are the most important part, and in the same way it seems that in man the mind is most important. But the mind is the final development in man’s body, it is not the root.
Mao Zedong has written a memoir of his childhood. He wrote, “When I was small there was a very beautiful garden near my mother’s hut. The garden was so beautiful, it had such beautiful flowers that people from distant places used to come to see them. Then my mother became old and fell sick. She was neither worried about her sickness nor about her old age. Her only worry was about what would happen to her garden.”
Mao was young. He said to his mother, “Don’t be worried, I will take care of your garden.”
And Mao took care of the garden, working from the morning till the evening. After one month his mother got better, and as soon as she could walk a little she came into the garden. Seeing the condition of the garden she was shocked! The garden was ruined! All the plants had dried up. All the flowers had withered and fallen away. She became very much disturbed and said to Mao, “You idiot! You were in the garden the whole day. What did you do here? All these flowers are destroyed. The garden has withered away. All the plants are about to die. What were you doing?”
Mao started crying. He himself was troubled. Every day he had worked all day, but for some reason the garden went on drying out. He started crying and he said, “I took great care. I kissed each flower and loved it. I cleaned and wiped off the dust from each and every leaf, but I don’t know what happened. I was worried also, but the flowers went on withering away, the leaves went on drying out and the garden went on dying!” His mother started laughing. She said, “You are an idiot! You don’t know yet that the life of the flowers is not in the flowers and the life of the leaves is not in the leaves!”