“The world, Govinda, is not imperfect or slowly evolving along a long path to perfection. No, it is perfect at every moment; sin already carries grace within it, all small children are potential old men. All sucklings have death within them, all dying people-eternal life. It is not possible for one person to see how far another is on the way; the Buddha exists in the robber and dice player; the robber exists in the Brahmin. During deep mediation it is possible to dispel time, to see simultaneously all the past, present and future, and then everything is good, everything is perfect, everything is Brahman. Therefore, it seems to me that everything that exists is good- death as well as life, sin as well as holiness, wisdom as well as folly. Everything is necessary, everything needs only my agreement, my assent, my loving understanding; then all is well with me and nothing can harm me… …I can love a stone, Govinda, and a tree or a piece of bark. These are things and one can love things. But one cannot love words. Therefore teachings are of no use to me; they have no hardness, no softness, nor colors, nor corners, no smell, no taste, they have nothing but words. Perhaps that is what prevents you from finding peace, perhaps there are too many words, for even salvation and virtue, Samsara and Nirvana are only words. Nirvana is not a thing; there is only the word Nirvana.”
Govinda said: “But what you call thing, is it something real, something intrinsic? Is it not only the illusion of Maya, only image and appearance? Your stone, your tree, are they real?”
“This also does not trouble me much,” said Siddhartha. “If they are illusion, then I am also an illusion, and so they are always of the same nature as myself. It is that which makes them so lovable and venerable. That is why I can love them.”
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