The art of dying is very much related to the art of living. If you live life intensely, with complete involvement, you can die peacefully. In life there is death and that death is beautiful.

It is quite easy to say that the person who is afraid of death will be afraid of life also, because life brings death. You are afraid of your enemy and you close your door tightly, you forget that your friends can also not enter the room. You are so scared that when there is a knock from your friend, you don’t open the door. You have your suspicions and you wrongly believe that your friend might be you enemy. I feel that you have closed the door on life and life is waiting outside because you think that it is death. You have been frightened so much by the preachers, teachers, philosophers, and your elders that you begin to evaluate things on the scale of sin and virtue. You are told not to do this and not to do that because those actions of yours would lead you to hell after the life. In the process you forget the very life which is very much your own. You have shut the doors on life.

You are now afraid of life because you are afraid of death. You don’t live because at the highest points, peaks, death always penetrates into life. Have you watched this happening?

Let me take you to the phenomenon of sex for a while. Most of the women have lived a frigid life – they are afraid of orgasm, they are afraid of that wild explosion of energy. For centuries women have been frigid; they have not known what orgasm is.

A very large majority of men suffer because of that fear too – ninety-five percent of men suffer from premature ejaculation. They are so afraid of orgasm, there is so much fear, that somehow they want to finish it, somehow they want to get out of it.

The man and the woman go into lovemaking over and again but the fear is always there in their minds. They take it as an act that has to be ended compulsively, and thus missing the real bliss of sexual pleasure. The woman remains frigid and the man becomes so afraid that he cannot stay in that state any longer. The very fear makes him ejaculate sooner than is natural, and the woman remains rigid, closed, holding herself. Now orgasm has disappeared from the world because of the fear. In the deepest orgasm death penetrates; you feel as if you are dying. If a woman goes into orgasm she starts moaning, she starts crying, screaming. She may even start saying, “I am dying. Don’t kill me!” That actually happens. If a woman goes into orgasm she will start mumbling, she will start saying that “I am dying! Don’t kill me! Stop!” A moment comes in deep orgasm where ego cannot exist, death penetrates. But that is the beauty of orgasm.