Now I can broach the notion of suicide. It has already been felt what solution might be given. At this point the problem is reversed. It was previously a question of finding out whether or not life had to have a meaning to be lived. It now becomes clear, on the contrary, that it will be lived all the better if it has no meaning. Living an experience, a particular fate, is accepting it fully. Now, no one will live this fate, knowing it to be absurd, unless he does everything to keep before him that absurd brought to light by consciousness.

Similitude of the heart is like that of a telephone operator between man and God.

Love is stronger than both fear and hope - if you can love the natural beauty around you, the amazing gifts and skills we have, the fact that you are alive to experience life, each moment that you have, and love yourself and those around you just as they are, then there is no need to be owned by fear, or even hope, you just live the best you can, being the truth of that love that you are being, representing the stream of consciousness experiencing itself, always knowing that you will someday return to it again, and flow as part of it infinitely on.

What do you mean by __ivine Consciousness_? It is achieving the knowledge of oneness, i.e., to know that outside we are many but inside all are one.__edanta_ mentioned about __neness_, but could not say what is oneness. When I am saying that I am a living being all your Vedanta__, scriptures and traditional religions become extinct.

Achievement of divine consciousness means innumerable people will give him this divine consciousness. Innumerable people will come and say, __e are you._ So, when these people are announcing this before me, then only I am getting divine consciousness. At the same time they are also achieving it.

But the biggest clue seemed to be their expressions. They were hard to explain. Good-natured, friendly, easygoing...and uninvolved. They were like spectators. You had the feeling they had just wandered in there themselves and somebody had handed them a wrench. There was no identification with the job. No saying, "I am a mechanic." At 5 P.M. or whenever their eight hours were in, you knew they would cut it off and not have another thought about their work. They were already trying not to have any thoughts about their work on the job.