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he experience a tree has？ the seed has no idea。
the seed cant even dream of the possibilities awaiting when it grows into a tree。
it can only realize them by being a tree。
man doesnt know what life is because he has believed his fulfillment is in being a seed alone。
he will know it only when his inner tree of life has manifested itself totally。
but this is a far cry when； in the first place； we dont even realize there is something existing within that is different and separate from the body。
we are never able to remember； to realize there is something different and separate from the body as well。
hence； the real issue in life is experiencing that which is within； but we believe life to be that which pervades outside。
once i asked a tree； 〃where is your life source？〃
the tree replied； 〃in the roots； which are not visible。
〃 the life of the tree springs from those invisible roots； the tree which is visible draws life from the roots that are invisible。
mao zedong has written an anecdote from his childhood。
he tells that there was a little garden close to the hut he and his mother lived in。
all her life his mother had tended the garden with great love and care。
people used to e from faraway just to see the large； beautiful and lovely flowers of that garden。
there was never so hard…hearted a person who； passing by the garden； would not stop for a moment or two and admire such appealing flowers。
in her old age his mother fell ill。
mao was very young then。
there wasnt any grown…up around； but mao told his mother not to worry about the plants and flowers。
he said he would take good care of them。
day and night； from dawn till dark； mao would toil in the garden。
assured； the mother rested。
in fifteen days the mother recovered from her illness and came out in the garden。
what she saw was awful。
the entire garden had withered away。
not only were the flowers long gone but the leaves were dead too。
even the trees had bee sad。
the old woman must have felt the same way anyone with eyes would feel looking at the garden of humanity today。
all the flowers had fallen off； all the leaves had dropped； all the trees were sad。
the old woman cried out； 〃what have you done？ what were you doing from dawn till dusk？〃 she wailed。
mao also burst into tears。
he said； 〃i did the best i could。
i used to dust each and every flower； i used to dust each and every leaf。
i used to kiss each flower and spray water on each flower。
i dont know what happened！ i put in so much effort； and the whole garden has withered away！〃
even though she was crying； his mother couldnt hold back her laughter。
〃you foolish child！〃 she said。
〃dont you know trees never have their life…energy in their flowers and leaves？ it lies in their roots； which are not visible。
your watering the flowers and leaves； your kissing them； your pouring love on them was all meaningless。
never worry about the flowers and the leaves。
if the invisible roots begin to gain strength； the flowers and leaves e on their own …… you dont have to worry about them。
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but man has understood life in terms of the outer expanse of the flower and has neglected the roots pletely。
mans inner roots are lying there； totally neglected。
he doesnt even remember that he is something inner as well。
and actually； whatsoever is； is within。
the truth is within； the energy is within； all potentialities are within …… they manifest from there。
being is within； being takes place outside。
that which is authentic is within。
that which expands and manifests is without。
manifestation is all outside。
being is within。
those who take the outer manifestation as life； their entire life is threatened with the fear of death。
they live as if almost dead。
they are afraid they may die some day； any moment。
and those very people who are frightened of death； weep and are troubled over someone elses death。
although； in fact； they dont really cry and feel troubled over anyones death …… each death reminds them of their own； and the closer the dying person； the stronger the reminder。
and then a chill goes up ones spine； fear grips one； one begins to tremble。
in this state a man thinks nice things。
he thinks； 〃the soul is immortal； we are part of the divine； we are the form of brahman。
〃 this is all rubbish； it is nothing more than self…deception。
to boost his strength； one who is scared of death repeats； 〃the soul is immortal
〃 what he is saying in effect is； 〃no； i wont have to die； the soul is immortal。
〃 although his being shakes with fear； yet outwardly he says that the soul is immortal。
if a man knows the soul is immortal； he doesnt have to repeat it even once。
he knows。
the matter is over。
these people who are scared of death continue to fear it。
meanwhile； they fail to know life and invent a new trick； a new deception that the soul is immortal。
thats why it is difficult to find a nation more afraid of death than the one which talks about the immortality of the soul。
that misfortune has occurred in this very country。
of all the people in the world who believe in the immortality of the soul； most are in this country。
and in this country the number of cowards afraid of death is the greatest as well。
how did these two things happen together？
there is no more death for those who know the soul is immortal。
the fear of death has disappeared for them； now no one can kill them。
you should also keep another thing in mind： neither can anyone kill them； nor can they be now under the illusion that they can kill anyone …… because now； for them； the very phenomenon of death is finished forever。
this secret needs to be understood。
those who believe the soul is immortal are people afraid of death。
they are merely repeating； 〃the soul is immortal。
〃 afraid of death； such people will also talk a great deal about non…violence …… not because they wouldnt want to kill anyone； but because； very deep down； they dont want anyone to kill them。
they believe the world should bee non…violent。
but why？ their answer will be； 〃it is bad