A husband was suspicious of his wife, so he hired a private detective to find out whether she had a lover or not. The detective, a Chinese immigrant, came back to report after only two days. His arm and nose were broken and his head was tied up in bandages.
"What happened?" the husband inquired eagerly. "Any proof yet?"
"Well," the detective answered, "I hid outside your house when you left in the morning. After half an hour a man came and let himself in with a key. I climbed a tree to see into the bedroom, and there was he holding her and her kissing him. So he plays with she and she play with he; I play with me and I fall down from the tree."
That's what pornography is.
Beware of all sorts of perversions. To love is good; to dream about it is ugly. Why? When the real is available, why go for the unreal? Even the real never satisfies! So how can the unreal satisfy? Even the real, in the final analysis, proves to be illusory, so what to say about the illusory?
Let me repeat: Even the real, one day, proves to be just unreal, so what to say about the unreal?
Go into the real love, and you will become so aware one day that even the real love, the so-called real love, will disappear. And when a man is completely beyond sexuality.... When a man has gone deeper into sex, into love, and has known and has found that there is nothing, that very finding takes him above. He starts floating above the earth, he grows wings. That transcendence is brahmacharya, that transcendence is celibacy. It has nothing to do with your effort; it has nothing to do with repression.
A repressed person can never attain brahmacharya; he will become pornographic. And there are a thousand and one ways of being pornographic. In the old Indian scriptures there are descriptions of great rishis sitting in meditation and beautiful women trying to seduce them, dancing around them, naked. And the stories say they are sent by the God of heaven to corrupt them because the God in heaven is afraid if they attain to their Samadhi they will become competitors. The God of heaven is afraid of their competition, so when they are attaining closer and closer, coming closer to Samadhi, he sends beautiful women to seduce them. Now, there is no God, and no beautiful women come from heaven; this is mind pornography. These rishis, these so-called seers, have repressed sex so much that at the last moment, when they are really getting closer to their innermost centre, that repressed sex bursts forth, explodes.
