I Feel It's a Charade

The thing is, at least in terms of my own self, I just don't see, you know, I see it like I come here and have these feelings and I go back and I have the feelings but they get thinner and thinner and thinner

and it's either me

or it's the environment.

But I don't see a steady,

you

know, I don't see myself as... changing even gradually towards Baba.

Do you see what I

mean? It takes a long time.

It's like I'm playing this charade that I'm a Baba lover.

You have to play that charade.

You have to.

The whole thing is based on imagination.

That imagination has its own charm.

All this is nothing but imagination.

He was here in our midst is nothing but in imagination.

He told us.

that I am not just what you see me, but imagine that I am, I am the real one.

So all this is based on imagination, and imagination is shattered only when you begin to love him, and when you see him as he really is.

But it's all based, you have to kid yourself into imagining things, you see, and go on, go on, go on, stoking fire.