the self as the observer; there is no centre, no ‘me’ in it. Then the mind is full of
energy because it is no longer caught in the divisions of pleasure and pain and
sorrow. It is intensely passionate. And it is such a mind that sees what is
beautiful.
I see something—that suffering is a partial activity of energy. Human beings
have divided energy into fragments: energy as pleasure, energy as pain, going to
the office, learning something. When I hate somebody and I love somebody else,
both involve energy. This fragmented energy, acting in opposite directions,
breeds conflict. So all our ways of living are fragmented; each is fighting the
other.
When there is no activity of the fragment, there is a complete focussing of
energy. That energy, when it is a harmonious whole, is passion. That energy is
the mind that is free, sensitive; in it the ‘me’ as the past is completely dissolved.
That is beauty.
Madras
11 January, 1971