Do you think you are for the first time on the earth?

Gautam Buddha had lived in tremendous luxury, surrounded by beautiful girls, beautiful palaces. The whole night was a celebration; the day was for rest, the night for dances and drinking.

Out of this experience he became tired. He had seen all the beautiful girls; there was nothing more to be seen.

He had seen that every man and woman is just a skeleton, covered with a thin skin. Just think for a moment: here all of you are skeletons covered with thin skin! This body and its beauty fades very soon.

He had seen all that was possible in those days for a man of power and riches to see, but he could not find peace, contentment, silence. He could not find himself.

Utterly frustrated, he moved out of the palace one night - because this life is going to end in a few days, or in a few years. It is not something to cling to.

Each moment death is coming closer; before death grabs you, you have to figure out something which is eternal, which is immortal.

All that you see around you is made of the same stuff as dreams are. Do you think you are for the first time on the earth?

On the same earth millions of people have come and simply disappeared into thin air.
Scientists have calculated that the place you are occupying has been occupied by at least ten people before you. You are sitting on ten corpses!

And don′t think much of yourself, because you cannot get out - you will be the eleventh. And remember, it is not a laughing matter for you.

Those ten corpses will laugh at you: "Look, the poor fellow was thinking of great things and finally is flat on the pile of corpses."

Gautam Buddha′s search for truth, for himself, for the source of life which is eternal, cannot be the search of a poor man who is hungry, who is searching for a loaf of bread. But people have completely forgotten Gautam Buddha.

They have taken his meditation out of context. He could meditate because there was nothing else in the world to think about, to desire, to be ambitious for. The world was, in a way, finished the day he left his house; he never looked back.

OSHO...☆☆☆
Hari Om tat Sat