If you believe that life consists only of clays, than you will ignore the nights. You will not take any
note of the rights because they will create confusion. Then what will happen to your idea, your
prejudice that life consists of only of clays? You have to cling to your idea; the nights seem so be
confusing. You have to deny, you have to keep closed to the nights. You have to say they are:
illusory, they are illusory-stuff, they are unreal; the real is the day.
This is how mind tries to be consistent and logical. If it accepts the night, than the logic starts
disappearing, than the consistency is lost.
IF you accept only the flowers or only the thorns you will avoid the opposite, and life consists of
polar opposites. Life cannot be consistent, remember it; only death is consistent. Hence logic is more
in tune with death than in time with life. Life is vast, it is so vast it can easily take in the contradictory;
in fact, it rejoices in contradictions. On the same rose bush it grows flowers and thorns. How can it
be logical” Logical will say, “Either grow thorns or grow flowers.
Logic means either/or, and life means both/and. Hence the moment the mind starts slipping, dying,
one feels as if one is going mad.
In the East we have continuously observed the phenomenon; we call it a kind of spiritual
madness. In Bengal the mystics have been called Bauls; Baul means the mad one. In the Sufi tradition
the mystic is called a mast. Mast means a mad one. And Jesus, Bahauddin, Francis, Eckhart, Kabir,
Chuang Tzu, these are all mad people - for the simple reason because they have not chosen; they
have accepted life as it is in its totality.
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