22 April

J.Krishnamurti’s Last Talk: 4 January 1986 

Krishnamurti In India: The Last Decade

Madras 1985 / 1986 – 3rd   Public Talk

24a Is your brain ever quiet? Not made quiet by drugs and by all kinds of inducement, whisky or various forms of drugging yourself. You drug yourself when you believe. You drug yourself and say, ‘Yes, this is perfectly right, the Buddha said that, therefore it must be right’. You’re drugging yourself all the time, therefore you have no energy of that kind that demands into the penetration of something immense.

25    So, we’re going now back to find out what is creation. You understand? What is creation? Because it has nothing to do with invention. That’s gone. So what is the creation, the origin, the beginning? What is life? Tell me, sirs what you think of it. Tell me. What is life? Not going to the office and all the rest of it – sex and children, or no children but sex and so on, so on, so on. What is a life? What gives life to that blade of grass in the cement? You understand? What is life in us? Not all the things that we go through: power, position, prestige, fame, or no fame but shame. So, that’s not life, that’s part of our mishandling of life. But, what is life? You understand my question? You understand, sir?

26    Why are you listening to me? What makes you, if you are listening at all, listen to the man? What is the motive behind your listening? What do you want? What’s your desire? Behind the desire there is a motive. Right? So what is desire? First, carefully let’s quickly examine it. Desire is part of sensation, isn’t it? I see this beautiful clock or ugly clock; it’s a sensation. The seeing brings about a sensation. Oh, this is normal, sir, don’t’… From that sensation thought comes and makes an image of it. That is, I see this clock, rather nice, I would like to have it. The sensation of seeing, then thought coming and making an image of that sensation; at that moment, desire is born. It’s very simple. Right? So, is there a brain, your brain, which is not muddled up, muddied by environment, by tradition, by society and all the rest of it?