I am utterly crazy, and I have no purpose at all. I am just enjoying myself. I love to talk, so I love to talk... Hence, I have a freedom which no thinker can ever have, because he has to be consistent. I don't care at all about any consistency. The moment I have said anything, it is finished; then I don't look back. I have never read any of my books -- I don't even remember the names.
If somebody asks me, "Osho, you have said this in that book..." I say, "Really? It must have been said by somebody else. That man died long ago."
So everything that I am saying is purposeless -- as purposeless as the roses, as a bird on the wing, as the stars, as the dewdrops in the early morning sun. What purpose? I am not in any way purposive. It is sheer joy.
-Rajneesh
- People everywhere are reclaiming their individual sovereignty. - John Smallman
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