The psychologist said, “You do one thing: you just paste it inside the fridge, so each time she opens the fridge…. And she opens it the whole day, to take this thing out, to take that thing out. So each time she will be reminded of what she is doing to her own body. Once she was also as beautiful as this woman.”
The man said, “The idea seems to be significant. I will try it. There is no harm in trying.”
After six months the psychologist met him in a shopping mall. He could not believe the man was so fat, it was almost impossible to recognize him.
The fat man recognized him, “Have you forgotten me, doctor?”
He said, “I don’t remember ever having seen you before.”
He said, “What are you saying? You are my family psychologist. Just six months ago you gave me that picture. That picture did work, you can see it in me, but it worked in a wrong way. My wife does not look at it at all, but because of the picture I have started going to the fridge, just to have a look at it. And when one opens the fridge, then there are temptations to have some ice cream…. Because of that picture you spoiled me. My wife has gone ahead, she does not care at all about that girl.
“First she was very angry, saying, ‘Why are you putting this picture in the fridge?’ When I said, ‘This has been suggested by the psychologist,’ she said, ‘To hell, with your psychologist!’ Now it is too late, I cannot go back. She has gathered more weight, and you have destroyed my life too. I also cannot go back anymore.”
Such is the unconscious behavior of man. With this unconsciousness, can you say a man is really alive, or is he just a robot?
For the man of awareness, the people he will find as companions first will be the corpses. They have died a long, long time ago – just people have not buried them and they are still walking around. Just out of old habit they are still doing things. But a life without consciousness is not life at all.
You have life only in the same proportion as you have consciousness.
Or you will be meeting with buffoons, who pretend to understand everything and who understand nothing at all. They are idiots, but they pretend to be very wise. The world is full of corpses and buffoons. The whole work of the buffoon is to prove himself the wise man, and to ridicule everybody else, to make a laughingstock of everybody else – not knowing that he is simply becoming a buffoon himself. It is not wisdom; wisdom is compassionate. It is simply an effort to prove: “I am wiser than you, and the easiest way to prove it is to laugh at you.”
His second companions, however, will call themselves his believers: a lively flock, full of love, full of folly, full of adolescent adoration.