There was a Buddhist scholar Nagarjuna. He talked of a painter who fills his entire room with terrifying paintings painted by himself. So, on this wall he paints a demon, there he makes another horrible scene, something there, something there. And he is painting it himself, and then he becomes totally afraid of what he has painted.
Such is our foolishness. First of all we create these imaginary fears, and then we become afraid of what we ourselves are imagining. First of all you paint something, an imaginary thing, and then look at it and become afraid. “Oh my God! How horrible!” And you forget that it is not there; you yourself have painted it. It does not exist. First you paint it, and then you faint. Paint and faint! That’s your life. You are believing in your own lies.
