Your question has many implications. The first is: everybody has guts. You are not allowed to use them from the very beginning. The whole society wants to make you a coward. Cowards are very much needed because the society is interested in making you slaves.

Your parents are interested that you should be obedient guts may not allow you to be obedient. Your teachers want your guts may raise questions. Your priests want you to believe.t accept everything that is said by them without any questionin have faith your guts may create doubts. All the vested interes are against the courageousness which is naturally part of your being Nobody is born a coward. Cowards are manufactured. Every chile is brave. I have not come across a single child who is not brave What happens? Where does this quality disappear? Your whole teaching, your whole religion, your whole society, all you The same child, when he comes out of the university, is a co relationships - the husband does not want the wife to have guts to dominate everybody else. Naturally, the other person should be neither does the wife want the husband to have guts. Everyone wants reduced to a coward. It is a very strange phenomenon that a woman will destroy the courageousness of her husband. And then she cannot love the man, because a woman loves courage. We have made life so complicated. We are living in such an unconscious way. No woman wants her husband to be a coward, but every woman is going to reduce him to a coward. Then she is caught in a dilemma: she wants her husband to be a hero, but a hero outside the house, not inside the house. But this is not possible. Inside the house he has to function like a mouse, and outside the house he has to function like a lion. And people are managing, and everybody knows everybody's story-because it is the same story

(P 65-66)

Somebody takes away your money: perhaps he is not doing harm to you, perhaps he is unburdening you. Perhaps from today he will be continuously feeling guilty. And what is he going to do with the money? I have heard... A poor tailor had the habit of purchasing a lottery ticket every month. He had been doing that for thirty years; it had almost become a routine. In the beginning he used to hope that someday he would win the lottery. By and by he had completely forgotten that there was any connection between winning the lottery and purchasing the ticket. But old habits die hard. So he went on purchasing the ticket, and one day suddenly a black Rolls Royce limousine came and stopped in front of the poor tailor's shop. People came out, carrying big bags full of notes. He said, "What is the matter? What is happening?" They said, "You have won! Your number has come up." He could not believe it. But he was immensely happy, that at last... He has won ten lakh, a million rupees; now there is no need to be a poor tailor. He closed the shop and threw the key in a well, because what is the need now? - he is not going to open the shop again. Ten lakhs for a poor tailor - it is enough for ten lives! But it was not enough even for two years, because what will you do? He started drinking, he started gambling, he started going to the prostitutes. He was a healthy man; within two years all the money was gone, all health was gone, and he was asking people, somebody, to help him to find the key to his shop.

They said, "You are an idiot. Why did you throw away the key in the first place?" He said. "I was thinking that ten lakhs would be enough le alone, there is nobody else. I was so poor that I could never t married. But my God, these ten lakhs have given me such hell-from one prostitute to another prostitute, every morning finding myself lying in the gutter completely drunk, the hangover, the headache... I never had any headache in my life: these two years have suffered hell. If I meet these people who came in that black Rolls Royce I will kill them." "But." the people said, "that was not their fault! You have been purchasing the tickets." Some young man jumped into the well, tried to find the kes and the key to the shop was found. People collected some money for the tailor's medicine and for his doctor; the poor man really had suffered badly. But again he started purchasing those tickets! De habits die really hard. And he was continually condemning the lottery: "I don't want to win." "But why do you go on purchasing the tickets?" He said, "If I don't purchase, it seems something is missing-cannot sleep well, I cannot work well. It has become such a routine You can imagine, thirty years... But you can be certain that it canner happen again. In thirty years it only happened once. In another thin years I will be dead and it cannot happen again." But by chance it happened again. The next year, the same blak Rolls Royce stood before his house. He said, "My God, why are you against me? Have I to suffer that hell again?" The whole neighborhood gathered. They said, "If you don't wait to suffer, you can reject the money, you can donate it." He said, "Never! It is my earning." He locked the door to his shop and he said, "Now, I really drop the key. There will be no need for it because I cannot survive these years anymore. I don't have enough health; and again those scen those nightmares..." And again he went on the same routine.

After two years he was a completely shattered man. Back to the shop! He asked the neighbors, "Somehow find my key, and I promise you that I will never accept any money from these idiots who have been killing me." They said, "Never accept? That means you will purchase, you will go on purchasing the tickets?" He said, "As far as the ticket is concerned, that I cannot stop." People get into a certain routine.

( P 105-107)

We have given up our lives at the very moment when we were born, because the birth is nothing but a beginning of death. Each moment you will be dying more and more. It is not that on a certain day, at seventy years old, death coines; it is not an event, it is a process that begins with the birth. It takes seventy years. It is mighty lazy, but it is a process, not an event. And I am emphasizing this fact so that I can make it clear to you that life and death are not two things. They become two if death is an event which ends life. Then they become two; then they become antagonistic, enemies. When I say that death is a process beginning with birth, I am saying that life is also a process beginning with the same birth - and these are not two processes. It is one process: it begins with birth, it ends with death. But life and death are like two wings of a bird, or two hands, or two legs.

Even your brain has two hemispheres, separate, the right and if you understand this, a hemisphere and the left hemisphere. You cannot exist without this dialectics. Life is a dialectics tremendous acceptance of death naturally comes to you. It is not against you, it is part of you; without it you cannot be alive. It is just like the background of a blackboard on which you write with white chalk: the blackboard is not against the white chalk it simply gives it emphasis, prominence. Without the blackboard your white writing will disappear. It is like day and night-you see it everywhere, but you go on behaving like blind people. Without the night there is no day. The deeper you enter into the dialectics... It is a miraculous experience. Without inaction there is no action: if you cannot relax you cannot act. The more you can relax, the more perfection will be in your action. They appear to be opposites; they are not. The better you dissolve into sleep in the night, the sharper, the younger you will wake up in the morning. And everywhere in life you will find the same dialectical process. The mystics of Zen have a koan: they ask the disciples to meditate on the sound of one hand clapping. It is absurd-there cannot be any sound of one hand clapping. Clapping with what? For clapping, two hands are needed, apparently opposed to each other but deep down creating a single clap; united in their efforts, coherent, neither opposed to each other nor contradictory to each other, but complementary. The meditation is given for the simple reason so that you can become aware that in life you cannot find a single instance supporting the sound of one hand clapping. The whole existence is two hands clapping: man and woman, day and night, life and death, love and hate. The deeper the disciple meditates... Slowly, slowly he becomes aware that in existence it is impossible to find anything. And the master asks everyone, "Have you found it? Have you heard the sound of one hand clapping?" Many ideas come to their minds: the sound of running water-and they think perhaps this is it. And they run to the master to tell him, "I have got it: the sound of running water.”

(P 109-110)

An unconscious life comes to die unconsciously. A conscious life is rewarded by existence with a conscious death. And to die consciously is to know the ultimate orgasmic experience of life and to know simultaneously that nothing dies, only forms change.

(P 116-117)