According to Osho, madness belongs to the chattering head, not the heart. When dialogue and projections end—like silently facing a blank wall—the mind’s babble exhausts itself and the heart’s silent, sane presence appears. In that wordless communion, clarity arises beyond borrowed opinions, while ordinary social talk merely recycles collective derangement.
Your head goes crazy from nonstop talking, but your heart stays calm and wise when you sit in silence, like looking at a blank wall.