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some colors make you feel completely alive! 

evenings with rose colored clouds studded on the blue sky translating into a somber gray with the night sky ready to envelop them - do just that for me . . .  

scales of inequality

Even two rights in the same context are at competition with each other; even two goods are not equal - one must be better than the other.  Equality may actually be just a rhetoric ornament. It is probably wishful thinking of those ascetics who found escape in the jungles where inequality was excused because it’s the crux of the natural hierarchy; it was the design of the creator.

 Behold! Equality maybe like the philosophy of Plato’s Form, an abstract, which the concrete world wishes to achieve! 

Whatsoever may be the case - just the idea of equality has been the saving grace for human society in many instances...  

Dear Osho, what is love?

An update from Facebook's Osho community: 

Question : What is Love? 

Osho : It depends. There are as many loves as there are people. Love is a hierarchy, from the lowest rung to the highest, from sex to superconsciousness. There are many many layers, many planes of love. It all depends on you. If you are existing on the lowest rung, you will have a totally different idea of love than the person who is existing on the highest rung. Adolf Hitler will have one idea of love, Gautam Buddha another; and they will be diametrically opposite, because they are at two extremes.

At the lowest, love is a kind of politics, power politics. Wherever love is contaminated by the idea of domination, it is politics. Whether you call it politics or not is not the question, it is political. And millions of people never know anything about love except this politics -- the politics that exists between husbands and wives, boyfriends and girlfriends. It is politics, the whole thing is political: you want to dominate the other, you enjoy domination. And love is nothing but politics sugar-coated, a bitter pill sugar-coated.

Quote: May 25, 2009

Of all grief that harass the distrest ,

Sure the most bitter is the scornful jest;

Fate never wounds more deep the gen'rous Heart,

Than when a Blockhead's Insult points the Darts. 

London: A Poem

by Samuel Johnson

Quote: May 6, 2009

Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing, 

there is a field. 

I will meet you there. 

-Rumi

I feel Attached, I am Detached!

Osho narrated this story in his lecture - I don't remember what the lecture was about but the story has been with me for a long time.  Sometimes - during those rare moments of contemplation, I worry if I have misunderstood the lesson and manipulated it to suit my requirement ... but than again, everything is manipulated - isn't that what a bias is? 

Here it goes: 

There was a Muslim Fakir who lived with his wife and son.  The Fakir and his wife had gotten the child after many years of marriage.  The Fakir grew very attached to the child - so much that he would take care of all his needs himself.  His wife never had to do anything for the son.  

One day, when the boy was twelve years of age, he fell sick and soon after passed away.  The Fakir's wife feared - how her husband would deal with the loss! To her utter surprise, the Fakir was unphased and went on with his daily life's routine without his son as if nothing had happened.  This irritated the grieving wife so she asked her husband - he whose life revolved around his son, how come he shows not sign of sorrow! 

The Fakir replied that he had always treated his son as a gift from God! For as long as God wished for him to stay with them, he loved and adored him because it was God's will that he come into their lives.  Now that he is gone, even this is the will of God - now he goes on with his life like he did before the boy had come into their lives. Now this is the will of God! 

My interpertaion has been along the lines of attachment/detachment.  Did the Fakir ever get emotionally attached to his son? Most all religious scriptures that I am aware of try to steer us clear of any attachments we make in this illusion of a world ... Many years back, SHE had said, I am afraid you have become too detached.  I am afraid you have lost touch with the beauty of it all ... Somedays this illusion does seem worthy of experimenting with. And then I did - this illusion is too illusive; the more I reach out for it, the more it pulls away! ... Somedays now I think of the hard shell of detachment which protects me ... No - I am not ready to crawl back yet .... I have a feeling, I will be presented with a new, more colorful shell this time - with music written all over its walls ...

Quote: May 1, 2009

I love people who make me laugh.
I honestly think it's the thing I like most, to laugh.
cures a multitude of ills.
It's probably the most important thing in a person

-Audrey Hepburn