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Chapter 5 - Perfectly imperfect
But he said, "Okay, you be happy. This is your last desire, and I have never followed any advice of yours. At least this much I can do before I depart."
But the woman did not stay there to see him depart. She said, "You just lie down there. I am going. And die on the bed in a proper way. No more trouble."
And she left, and the old man died in the bed in a proper way. This is how life should be lived.
I am not a saint, I am not a sage. All those hocus-pocus words don't mean anything to me. I am certainly a little bit crazy, but it is because of my craziness that you can rely on me! Never rely on saints, never rely on sages -- they will drive you nuts!
It was teatime in the pad, and the air hung heavy in thick blue folds as the beat bunch and their tourist friends lit up. Suddenly, a loud voice in the hall demanded that they open the door in the name of legality. The smokers frantically gathered their still-smoking weeds and stuffed them in the cuckoo clock. The police entered, searched diligently, found nothing and left. The bunch breathed a sigh of relief and made for the cuckoo clock just as the clock's hands announced 3 a.m. The little door popped open, the bird poked his head out and said, "Hey, man, what time is it?"
The second question Question 2
OSHO,
I HAVE HEARD THAT BEHIND EACH SO-CALLED GREAT MAN -- LIKE JULIUS
CAESAR OR NAPOLEON, OR EVEN A REALLY GREAT MAN LIKE SOCRATES --
THERE WAS A WOMAN IN CHARGE.
I HAVE ALWAYS MANAGED TO TURN FROM BEING AN ADMIRER OF WOMEN
INTO A WOMAN'S FOOL. WHAT IS YOUR SECRET? YOU HAVE PUT MORE
WOMEN IN CHARGE THAN IS REALLY POSSIBLE, AND YET YOU HAVE
REMAINED FREE AND LOVED BY THEM ALL. AND I LOVE YOU TOO.
Prem Prasad, the so-called great men -- Julius Caesar, Alexander, Napoleon and others --
were certainly driven by women; they were trying to prove themselves.
The woman has one very special quality about her: she is, in a way, very contented with small things. Just because she is a woman she has a natural capacity to create children; her desire for creativity is fulfilled -- she becomes a creator naturally, biologically. There, man feels impotent: he cannot produce children. Something like an empty womb hurts inside. He wants to prove before the woman, particularly the woman he loves, that "I can also create,"
that "I can also conquer," that "I can also show the world that I am not just useless, just like an appendix," that "I have also something to contribute to the world, to its beauty, to its power, to its art, to its music, to its dance. I have to prove it!"
Osho - The Goose is Out 63
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