At
fifty death is coming nearer, and you must have felt it that night, because
whenever a birthday comes a subtle feeling of death arises. To suppress that
feeling we celebrate birthdays. Whenever a birthday comes, on that day it is
impossible to forget death. To help you forget, friends come and greet you and
they say, "This is your birthday." Every birthday is a death day,
because one more year has gone, death is nearing. In fact a birthday is not a
birthday, cannot be -- death is approaching, death is coming nearer. Time is
slipping fast through the fingers. The very earth on which you are standing is
being pulled away. Soon you will be in the abyss. A birthday is a death day. To
hide it, to suppress it, the society has created tricks. People will come with
flowers and gifts to help you forget that death is coming nearer -- and they
call it a birthday.
OshO |
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