Reality
This is attaining to reality: when you don't ask why, when you drop the longing, the neurotic longing, for meaning. That neurotic longing is driving you to such despair that life has become almost impossible; it is a miracle how you go on living. Yes, Freud may be right as far as you are concerned: 'Human life is more a matter of endurance than of enjoyment.' He himself never enjoyed life; he endured.
But that is ugly: to endure, to endure such benediction in which you can disappear, in which you need not remain separate, in which you can become part of the dance and the song. [....]
This is reality: dropping the question why, dropping philosophical attitudes towards life, dropping the longing for meaning, then you attain to reality.
Suddenly you are one with existence, suddenly you start understanding the language of the birds and the language of the trees, suddenly you attain to a primaeval unity. And that unity still exists at the deepest core of your being; there you are connected with it. [....]
Reality simply is. THERE IS NO SIN, NO PARADISE... And if there is no sin, how can there be hell? -- because if there is no sin, there can be no punishment. If there is no sin, there can be no virtue and no award and no reward, there can be no paradise. Just the other day I was saying that what Charan Singh says is utter nonsense. Seven hells, seven heavens... just creating fictions to exploit people. There is no hell, no heaven. Hell is nothing but imagination -- imagination of pain, misery; and heaven is again imagination -- imagination of all the pleasant experiences that have happened to you, and you want them again and again and again, you want them for ever.
Life simply is, and life is herenow.
-Osho, "The Sun Rises in the Evening, #5, Q1"
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Reality is more magical than any dream. It is more beautiful than any dream. It is more poetic than the greatest poetries of the world.
The reality that we know is not the true reality; it is the reality seen through an ugly mind which projects itself on reality. We don’t see the real; we always see it colored with our own prejudices, ideas, our whole mind. And even that we see only while running. We never relax. We are constantly on the run, not knowing where we are going. Something just seems to be missing, and we are trying to find it everywhere, in all directions. And we will not find it anywhere because this mind will always be between you and the real, distorting the real.
In my presence, if you are receptive, if you are loving, your mind leaves you for a moment – it has to leave you. Something more important than your mind is happening. That’s what love means. You can even sacrifice yourself – in trust you sacrifice the mind. And the moment the mind is put aside and you see eye to eye with reality, it is so beautiful, indescribably beautiful. And in those moments certainly you will not feel that you even want to be enlightened. If this reality can go on and on forever, then what more can enlightenment give you?
-Osho, “The Discipline of Transcendence, Vol 4, #6, Q2”