My satwafield life 2

Very strange, I know very well to count.
But seems I forgot the part 2 of my speech.
I wonder why.
perhaps i write too fast.
I became a sannyasin in 1982.
I would love that everybody I love, would become a sannyasin.
In my case I am an Osho Sannyasin.
Sometimes I feel I go berserk.
Many times I feel I am going cukoo, life is a crisis after another. But when it is good and blissful, it is REALLY blissful.
My relation to wom,en is very fast going into complications, basically because women and men raciocine differently.
Interests are different, and conflict hppens always to be there. but speaking honestly, I always say to myself that I don't lose the hopes I will find someone to realte, which is honourful, joyful, beautiful,,and fantastic even.
I have known women from the esoteric point of view enjoying their tremendous beauty in certain sensual situations, just savoring or falvoring their beauty in an immense way.
Existencially, unfortunately, rarely i get unto an empathic way of living together.
Unfortunately it seems that Osho is right when he says it is nearly impossible that both, men and women have a single conversation together. Minds are totaly different, and the conditionings very strongly different, leading to different fields of interest.
Rarely I happen also to see a person relating OK with a person of another sex. nearlçy impossible.
"The saddest thing, is to contemplate a couple, living together and feeling so sad..." - I've heard Osho saying.
That1s really true, unfortunately.
it seems very difficult any conversation to suceed, between a man and a woman together. it seems always a lukewarm thing, a cold war, and any moment, explosion and hatred can come.
After all, we, men, opress women for more than 10 thousand years. That's really a lot. hardly a woman lives OK with men, for this reason. Only in Europe during middle age, men - church people - just killed MORE THAN 3.000.000 (million) women in fire, as witches. Even in Goa, when Portugal took posession of that.
it seems that man is a barbarian, with no limits.