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From outside we are separate from each other; from the inside we are one. That’s why awareness is universal. That does not mean that it becomes outside you. It simply means that only awareness is, only consciousness is: there is no longer any distinction of inner and outer.
The distinction between inner and outer is created because there is a mind which is dividing things, making things outside and inside. In awareness mind disappears, and with it all distinction of inner and outer are gone. There is a single oneness.
For thousands of years in India people have been working on the same problem and they don’t even say, “Oneness remains,” because of a logical difficulty; if there is one, that means there must be two, there must be three. One cannot exist without the whole spectrum of numbers. What meaning will “one” have? If there is no two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, then what meaning will “one” have? It will not have any meaning.
So in India they don’t say, “Only oneness remains,” they say, “What remains is nondual” — just a roundabout way not to get caught in any logical difficulty. What remains is a nondual phenomenon. It is not two. They won’t say it is one; they will say it is no longer divided. And I think they have a certain insight into it.
When you say “nondual” the other numbers are not implied. But when you say “one” the other numbers are implied. But you need not go crazy; just be aware and don’t bother what is in and what is out. Your awareness will make you clear that it is a nondual existence: nothing is in, nothing is out.
In Jaipur in India there is a palace made by a mystic king. He was really a great architect; he planned Jaipur. His name was Jai Singh; hence the name of the city. Jaipur is the only planned city in India, and planned so beautifully! His idea was to defeat Paris, and he would have succeeded but he died. The city remained incomplete, but even the incomplete city gives the sense that he was on the right lines to defeat Paris.
It was one color, the red color of the sannyasin — a whole city of red stones. All the houses, all the shops, made exactly the same, to give you the feeling that all is one: neither is there any possibility of two. And the roads are so beautiful. Just in the middle of the roads are very shadowy trees — the roads are wide enough — and on both sides the pavement is covered so that in the rainy season you need not walk with an umbrella...or in the hot sun with an umbrella. You do not need an umbrella in Jaipur. And everything is exactly the same, made of the same red stone.
This man was trying to make a city which had no differences of any kind. Only one tree was used on all the roadways, miles long. Only one color, only one stone was used, and the same design — a beautiful design.
He made a temple with red stones outside, and inside it is made of small mirrors...millions of mirrors inside. So when you go inside you see yourself reflected in millions of mirrors. You are one, but your reflections are millions.
It is said that once a dog entered and killed himself in the night. Nobody was there: the guard had left the temple, locked it, and the dog remained inside. He would bark at the dogs...millions of dogs. And he jumped from this side to that side and hit himself against the walls. And all those dogs were barking...You can see what would have happened to the poor dog: the whole night he barked and he fought, and he killed himself by hitting himself against the walls.
In the morning when the door was opened the dog was found dead and his blood was all over the place — on the walls — and the neighbors said, “The whole night we were puzzled about what was the matter. This dog continued barking.”
That dog must have been an intellectual. Naturally he thought, “So many dogs, my God! I am alone and it is nighttime and the doors are closed, and surrounded by all these dogs.. they are going to kill me!” And he killed himself; there was no other dog at all.
This is one of the basic and essential understandings of mysticism: the people we are seeing all around are only our reflections. We are unnecessarily barking at each other, unnecessarily fighting with each other, unnecessarily afraid of each other. There is so much fear that we are gathering nuclear weapons against each other — and it is just one dog, and all others are just reflections.
The way the dog died, there is every possibility that man will die the same way. And against whom? Against his own reflections.