"They never go for an adventure, looking into the unknown – they are so afraid that some window may open. They are worried of a strong wind. They are worried about a man like me who is nothing but a strong wind, who goes on hitting on your closed window, knocking: 'Please open the window.' Closed from everywhere, you are already in your grave.

"I have always told a beautiful Sufi story….

"A great king was very much afraid of death; afraid of being assassinated by his own prime minister, by his own sons, by his own army. He made a beautiful palace with no windows, no doors; just one door to enter. And at that door he had put seven guards – one guard to guard the house, a second guard to guard the guard, a third guard to guard the second guard…that way…. He lived in paranoia. He could not trust anyone and could not love anyone, and naturally could not receive love, could not receive trust. And a life which is without love, without trust, is a life which has no juice; it is dry bones – the man is just a skeleton.

"The palace was made and he was very happy that now no enemy agent, no assassin, no murderer, no kidnapper, could enter into the house. And the guarding was so guardedly done, that even a guard could not do anything – the other guard would shoot him immediately.

"The neighboring king heard about the palace. He was also in the same difficulty – insecurity, fear, death. And the more you have, the more you make people jealous, the more insecurity you create around yourself.

"He came to visit the king just to see his palace, and it was marvelous. He said, 'I have no words to appreciate your wisdom. You have done something nobody has done before – such a security measure!'

"The owner of the palace was very happy. He went out to give him a send-off. And just before sitting on his golden chariot, the neighboring king again said, 'I appreciate your palace and the architect and I would like that you send your architect to me."