who he is.
t some deep spiritual ic sleep is surrounding him.
ts self, w life is.
But accept this.
ell say, quot;e know very well w life is.
e breat, we sleep.
quot; A drunkard also alks, and so does a madman.
But t does not prove t senses or t the madman is conscious.
Once, ones and sing abuse at the emperor.
It er all, a royal pageant, so tely arrested and to prison.
But the emperor himself was laughing.
his soldiers were puzzled.
er asked.
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t;As far as I can see, t know w he is doing.
I believe he is drunk.
Nevertomorrow morning.
quot;
Next morning t before the emperor.
t; abuse at me? me yesterday? ;
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I there.
I I said.
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e too exist as if .
e alk and love and e, wage war -- all in sleep.
If anyone from a distant planet o cire ate of unconsciousness.
In t t fifteen thousand wars.
t awake.
From birto deat is one long story of anxiety, misery, pain and death.
Man doesnt find a single moment of bliss, a single spot of joy in his life.
ely ignorant of w joy is.
Life passes and a single glimpse of joy.
Obviously, one cannot say man is living in awareness.
Misery, pain, anxiety, sadness and insanity make up our lives, but ice it because people around us are also as asleep as we are.
Once in a t ely kill him.
e dont tolerate him for long.
t;
.
because you are an a is your fault.
Seeing you awake, we wed.
For people like us who are asleep, you become a symbol of disgrace.
You are aurbs our sleep.
ell kill you.
quot; So o Socrates, e Mansoor.
e treat tes of a madreat someone w mad.
A friend of mine once mad.
in a lunatic asylum.
In y, one day, ally drank a bucket of p fo