Apparently, throughout the millennia, man has not been able to organize his society so that everybody could have enough food, clothes and shelter. There have been many, many revolutions to bring this about—totalitarian, this, and the other—but apparently, they have not been able to succeed.
We think we are secure when we pursue an ideal—however false it is, however unreal it is, which has no validity—it gives a certain sense of purpose. And that sense of purpose gives a certain quality of assurance, satisfaction, security.
Why do we hold on? Is it [that] we want to live with certain illusions in which we take delight? So does security lie in illusions?
You have come to the realization that ideals are rubbish. That is merely an intellectual process, and therefore it is merely: you are living in a concept and, therefore, non-fact—however logically, sanely, rationally you may observe it.
Thought has not understood the very nature of illusion and the creator of illusions.
When the mind itself sees that thought is the creator of illusions, then you have an insight into the whole nature of illusions. It is that insight that is going to dissolve all illusions.
When you see that all religious organizations (instantly—not logically, step by step, which you can do afterwards) if you see that all religious organizations are based upon thought and therefore have nothing whatsoever to do with the sacredness of religion, you have an insight into it.
Insight is something entirely different. There is no time interval between insight and action, they are both together.
If you listen to Mozart and say, “By Jove, what a lovely… I had a lovely evening the other day listening to that music and I want to play it again,” you have lost something. And if you listen so completely, then the thing itself is like a seed dropped into the earth: it flourishes, you don’t have to do a thing about it. In the same way, if you observe closely—that is, in which there is only observation (only observation!), not the observer saying “I will observe”—then, in that observation and listening, there is a strange quality of attention which is insight.
