Love and death and living are together, not separate. It is a total whole and therefore is sanity. Sanity is not possible when there is hate, anger or jealousy, or when there is dependency which breeds fear. Where there is sanity, life becomes holy, and then there is great joy, and you can do what you will. What you will, then, is virtuous, true. But we don’t know all this; we only know our misery. Not knowing all this, we try to escape. But if we didn’t escape but actually observed, never moving away even a fraction from ‘what is’ by naming it, by running away from it, condemning it or judging it – just to watch it – a life that is lived so splendidly and completely can then go into something which is meditation.