dies; in that is involved my identification with my son: my wanting him to be
something which I am not, my seeking continuity through him. When he dies all
that is denied, and I find myself completely emptied of all hope. In that there is
self-pity, fear; in that there is pain which is the cause of sorrow. This is the lot of
everyone. This is what we mean by sorrow.
Then there is also the sorrow of time, the sorrow of ignorance, the ignorance
of one’s own destructive conditioning; the sorrow of not knowing oneself; the
sorrow of not knowing the beauty that lies at the depth of one’s being and the
going beyond.
Do we see that when we escape from sorrow through various forms of
explanation, we are really frittering away an extraordinary happening?
P: Then what does one do?
K: You have not answered my question: Is there a sorrow without a cause? We
know sorrow and the movement away from sorrow.
P: You have talked of sorrow free of cause and effect. Is there such a state?
K: Man has lived with sorrow from immemorial times; he has never known how
to deal with it. So he has either worshipped it or run away from it; they are both
the same movement. My mind does not do either, nor does it use sorrow as a
means of awakening. So what takes place?
P: Our knowledge is a product of our senses. Sorrow is more than that; it is a
movement of the heart.
K: I am asking you: What is the relationship between sorrow and love?
P: They are both movements of the heart.
K: What is love, and what is sorrow?
P: Both are movements of the heart—one is identified as joy and the other as
pain.
K: Is love pleasure? Would you say that joy and pleasure are the same? Without
understanding the nature of pleasure, there is no depth to joy. You cannot invite
joy; joy happens. The happening can be turned into pleasure. When that pleasure
is denied, there is the beginning of sorrow.
P: At one level it is so, but it is not so at another level.
K: As we said, joy is not a thing to be invited; it happens. I can invite pleasure, I
can pursue pleasure. If love was pleasure, then love could be cultivated.
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