Excerpt from: At the Feet of the Master, Chapter 9
"If my words were like flowers, now let them be like knives penetrating you. If my words were like soothing balm, now let them be like fire and flames, because finally you have to pass through all the opposites to come back home, to come to a point where opposites meet, mingle and disappear.
"A point will come one day when you will listen to me and there will be neither sadness nor happiness. My words won’t be like flowers and won’t be like flames. You will simply listen in utter silence, not even a sound, nothing will happen. You will be as if you are not – and only then will you have heard the message." Osho