If you deprive me of pleasure, what have I left? So I cling to my pleasure, whether it is pleasure of smoking, sex, or being a great person, a famous person, this or that. One clings to it, but you know inwardly that pleasure is always fading. So behind pleasure there is always fear. Die to the past, to the known, because known is always the past. I can never say, ‘I know.’ The moment I say, ‘I know,’ it is already the past.