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Words mean what we want them to mean, they don't have any intrinsic meaning.
Meaning is something different, totally different – and truth is pure meaning, pure content without any container. The moment you put a container around it you are doing something ….
It is as if you see a bird on the wing in the sky. It is so beautiful – the flight, the freedom, the space, the sunrays, and the joy of the bird on the wing … life throbbing, pulsating. You can catch the bird, you can put it into a golden cage – do you think it is the same bird?, the same bird that was on the wing when the sun was rising, the same bird fluttering in the strong wind in the vast sky with no barriers? Yes, your cage is beautiful, golden; but the bird has no longer the same freedom, it has no longer the same beauty, it has no longer the same truth. You have killed everything.
In a very superficial way it is the same bird because the body is the same, but what about the soul?
What about the innermost core of the bird? Can it be the same in the cage and in the open sky on the wing? This is a little bit delicate, but not beyond intelligence: it is no longer the same bird.
The same happens to truth.
The moment you put it into language, the whole freedom, the whole beauty, the whole authenticity is gone.
-Rajneesh