There was once a yogi who went into a palace, and then he lay down and slept on the king's royal bed. When the king came back, he said, “Who are you?!” And the yogi said, “I'm nobody.” “Then why does Nobody sleep on somebody's bed?” So the yogi said, “Well, this is a hotel, so I just sleep wherever I want and as long as I want.” The king said, “But you know this a palace, not a hotel.” “Well,” said the yogi, “That is your opinion, but in my opinion, it is a hotel!” The king said, “How so?” And the yogi said, “Before you claimed that this was your bed, whose bed was it? Whose place was this?” The king said, “Well, it belonged to my father. My father slept there.” The yogi said, “OK, then before your father, who was there? Who was in this place?” “Oh, it was my grandfather.” “Then before your grandfather, who was there?” “Well, somebody else.” “And before that somebody else, who was it?” “Some other king.” So the yogi said, “Well, then this bed doesn't belong to just one person. If it's not a hotel, then what is it?” (Master and everyone laugh)

Now, we all fight for this ephemeral hotel, and it's really a funny thing. We are all comedians but we don't know that we are comedians. Especially some of the people who are fighting for their so-called piece of land, their country or their so-called boundaries, their policies or their so-called ideal of a nation, whatever that is. Whatever it is, it never lasts, especially nowadays. Even most countries that have things like presidential elections, after four or five years, or maximum, eight years—you're nobody again.

So it is definitely a hotel, the office of the president. And moreover, this life is a hotel. I have told you many times, and it's "scientifically proven." For example, this house: before we came here, other people were here. And then we rented the place and we decorated; we made it a little different. But it's still the same house. And after us, maybe somebody else will come and redecorate it and make a different one, but it's still the same house. So it's another hotel, just a different kind of hotel.

But because of this ephemeral and transient hotel, we are fighting with each other, we are killing each other, we are shooting each other! This is really out-of intelligence, yes? You will make a fool of yourself if you're doing that, don't you think so? (Audience: Yes) All the heavens are looking down and seeing what kind of people are populating this planet. Everyone must be shaking their heads; all the angels must feel very weird. And they don't know how to protect us anymore, because everyone is praying to kill the other guy. The angels are just standing there and both are praying to the angels: “Please let me be the winner of this war, or win over him, or take his country or possess his oil mines or diamond mines. I want them!” One guy prays to the angels. And the other guy also prays to the angels: “Please protect my oil mines and my diamond mines.” And so the angels, what do they do? They probably go back to Heaven and say to God, “Oh God, we give up! Your children are crazy! How do we protect crazy people?” And God also doesn't know what to do then.

I told you the joke already before: One guy kept praying for world peace, and then for a long time it didn't happen. So he blamed God: “You know I have been praying to You for so long for world peace; why has it never happened? What are You doing?” So God said, “Oh, I'm sorry; I'm also still praying for world peace myself!” (Master and everyone laugh)

 

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