Look at something which you have seen which is actually marvellously beautiful: a statue, a poem, a lily in the pond, or a well-kept lawn.
And when you see such a piece of beauty – no, no, when you see such, not piece – when you see such beauty what takes place?
At that moment, the very majesty of a mountain makes you forget yourself. Right?
Have you ever been in that position?
When you have seen that you don’t exist, only that grandeur exists.
But a few seconds later or a minute later the whole cycle begins, the confusion, the chatter.
So beauty is where you are not.
Have you understood this? Do you understand, sir? Oh, what a crowd! The tragedy of it.
Truth is where you are not.
Beauty, love is where you are not.
Because we are not capable of looking at this extraordinary thing called truth.
— Jiddu Krishnamurti, Bombay, January 31st 1982