It
is not that at a certain date you die. In fact, the reality is that the day you
are born, you start dying. The child who is one day old has died a little bit,
he has died one day. He will go on dying day by day. What you call your
birthday is not really your birthday -- you should call it your deathday. The
man who is celebrating his fiftieth birthday is really celebrating his fiftieth
deathday. Death has come closer. Now, if he is going to live seventy years,
only twenty years are left. Fifty years he has already died! We are
continuously dying as far as the body is concerned...it is foam disappearing.
Don't be deceived by seventy years because seventy years mean nothing in the
expanse of eternity -- what is the meaning of seventy years? It is foam, it is
momentary.
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