THE DHAMMAPADA: THE WAY OF THE BUDDHA, VOL. 9-12 The ...
THE DHAMMAPADA: THE WAY OF THE BUDDHA, VOL. 9-12 The ...
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56 <strong>THE</strong> <strong>DHAMMAPADA</strong>: <strong>THE</strong> <strong>WAY</strong> <strong>OF</strong> <strong>THE</strong> <strong>BUDDHA</strong>, <strong>VOL</strong>. 9-<strong>12</strong><br />
In that sense, Jesus is less religious than Adolf Hitler. He loved drinking, he loved good wine. He loved it so<br />
much that once he transformed the whole sea into wine, you know! Now, what kind of religious man is this Jesus?<br />
He loved eating with friends, inviting friends. He was always in a festive mood.<br />
Adolf Hitler used to eat alone. He was a perfect dog! Dogs eat alone. Even if you are just looking they will<br />
keep their backs towards you, afraid you may snatch away their food or something. Some other dog may come<br />
and start barking and fighting may start. <strong>The</strong>y can’t invite anybody. Dogs don’t believe in parties! <strong>The</strong>y are<br />
loners, very meditative! <strong>The</strong>y eat alone. And of course they eat very silently, no conversation. And they eat quick<br />
and fast; they don’t waste time. Adolf Hitler did the same. He was also afraid of people, just like dogs.<br />
It is said that he had not a single friend in the whole of Germany. And Buddha says: Be friendly. It is sweet<br />
to have friends. He had no friend because he was so afraid of people, so suspicious, that he could not afford<br />
friendship. To be friendly means to be intimate. To be friendly means to be available to the other. To be friendly<br />
means to trust the other.<br />
He never got married in his whole life. He got married only at the very end, just three hours before he committed<br />
suicide. When it was absolutely decided that he was going to commit suicide he called a priest and got married,<br />
so that at least in death he can have a companion. <strong>The</strong> woman had to commit suicide with him also. A strange<br />
marriage! Why did he avoid marriage his whole life? for the simple reason that he was not sure whether to<br />
allow a woman in the same room in the night when he was asleep. Who knows? she may cut your throat, kill<br />
you, poison you. You may start uttering some secret in your sleep; she may hear it. She may open your letters.<br />
Women are known to do such things, well known, really. In fact, it is very difficult to get your letter without it<br />
being read by your woman; she is bound to read it.<br />
Mulla Nasruddin’s wife was fighting with him. ”Something has to be done you have to write to your mother.<br />
She has been very cruel and crude towards me.”<br />
Nasruddin said, ”But she is a thousand miles away. How can she be suddenly cruel and crude towards you?”<br />
<strong>The</strong> wife said, ”Yes, she has been. Look at this letter!”<br />
In the letter there was a postscript. <strong>The</strong> letter was written to Nasruddin and the postscript to Nasruddin’s<br />
wife, ”Please, after you have read it, give the letter to my son!”<br />
Women know each other!<br />
Adolf Hitler was very afraid to get married. He remained a bachelor, a brahmachari, a celibate. Now, what<br />
more religious qualities do you need in a saint? no smoking, no drinking, no wife, no friends. He lived the life of<br />
a monk!<br />
But my feeling is, if he had smoked a little, if he had got drunk once in a while, had fallen into the hands of<br />
some woman, had loved somebody, had some friends, played chess or gambled a little bit, he would have been a<br />
far more human being and the world would have been saved from the second world war. But he became almost<br />
stonelike.<br />
You can do good things, but if you are not conscious your good things are bound to result into something<br />
disastrous.<br />
In Manhattan, a policeman strolling his early morning beat stopped in front of an East Eighties brownstone.<br />
Sitting on the stoop was Millarney, completely snookered.<br />
”Why don’t you go home?” suggested the cop.<br />
”I live here,” said Millarney.<br />
”Why don’t you go inside then?”<br />
”I lost my key,” answered the drunk.<br />
”Why don’t you ring the bell?”<br />
”I did, an hour ago.”<br />
”Why don’t you ring it again?” asked the officer.<br />
”To hell with them!” snorted Millarney. ”Let them wait!”<br />
<strong>The</strong> ordinary humanity is really in a state of stupor. People are asleep. <strong>The</strong>re is no need to be a drunkard,<br />
people are already drunk. Naturally we are not born conscious, we are born unconscious, and then we go on<br />
becoming more and more unconscious in life because we are unconscious, we want to be more unconscious. It<br />
seems to be natural, it fits with us. To be conscious seems to be a very uphill task.<br />
Hence the immense attraction for alcohol or for other drugs. From the times of the Vedas up to now it has been<br />
the same. <strong>The</strong> Vedas praise somaras very highly. Somaras seems to be something like marijuana, LSD, psilocybin,<br />
something like that. It has not yet been discovered exactly what it was, but whatsoever it was, it was one of the<br />
most perfect of drugs.