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CHAPTER 12. FAITH: THE SUICIDE OF INTELLIGENCE I asked him, ”Does God exist or not?” He became alert. If he says ”God exists,” then according to his own logic He needs a creator. And where this is going to land is in a regress absurdum. You can go on... A created B, B created C, C created D – you can go on and the whole alphabet will be finished – and Z will be standing in front of you with the same question mark. Nothing has changed. The question was bogus, it was not answerable. But no religion is courageous enough to say, ”There are things about which you can ask a question, but don’t expect the answer. Life is a mystery.” And life can only be a mystery if there are questions which are unanswerable. But then the religion loses all grasp on your neck. If there are questions which are unanswerable, then what have your – messiahs and messengers of God and incarnations of God – what have all these fools been doing? They have all answered questions which are basically unanswerable, and should be left unanswerable. An honest person, a sincere mind will accept the fact, ”Yes, there is a question but there is no answer.” Hence I say poetry is far more religious than your so-called holy books. Music is more religious than your so-called sermons of great apostles. Painting is more religious because paintings are not answers, they are rather reflections of the mystery that existence is. Poetry does not answer anything for you, it simply reflects: the sunrise, the sunset, a cloud wandering in the sky, a bird on the wing, a rainbow.... It does not give you any answers. A Zen haiku says: The wild geese fly over a lake. The lake of course reflects them. They neither ask, ”Please reflect us,” nor does the lake say, ”Thank you for coming to be reflected in me.” The lake is silent, the wild geese are silent; the reflection happens – but not a single word is uttered from either side. Not only that, the wild geese have no expectation that they should be reflected; if they are not reflected they won’t feel offended. If the wild geese never come to the lake, the lake will not feel offended, rejected, humiliated. It has never asked, never invited them. Things happen but there is no why to it. In poetry and painting, in music... have you ever asked about great music, ”What is the meaning of it?” Listening to Beethoven or Mozart have you ever asked, ”What is the meaning of it?” Or looking at the paintings of Picasso...? It happened once, an American super-rich millionaire asked Picasso, ”I want a few of your paintings.” Picasso said, ”But my paintings are very costly.” The man said, ”Money does not matter at all. Give me two paintings and whatsoever is the price – I will not ask the price – I will simply give it to you cash.” Picasso was in difficulty because he had only one painting ready right then. He went inside and cut the painting in two, brought out two paintings and sold them. One of his friends who was sitting and watching the whole scene said, ”In the first place the painting was absolutely meaningless; I have never been able to figure it out. In fact it is difficult to know how From Ignorance to Innocence 156 Osho

CHAPTER 12. FAITH: THE SUICIDE OF INTELLIGENCE you manage to find which is the top and which is the bottom, and how you manage to hang it. I have tried it all ways, and it is still beautiful any way you hang it – but that means that it has no meaning. And now you have done a great miracle. You have cut the painting in two, and that man has left with two paintings which cannot be meaningful because each painting is only half – the other half is missing.” ”But nobody will ever come to know,” Picasso said, ”that they are not two paintings. I could have even made it four. I don’t know what it means myself, but it was such a joy to paint it.” And tears were in his eyes that he had to sell it. These painters, poets, musicians have given the human mind a richness because they do not demystify existence. In the beginning science was moving on the same lines as the so-called religions. In the eighteenth century science was doing the same stupid thing, perhaps because there was only one precedent: the religions. It was trying to demystify existence, but soon it realized that the deeper you go into existence, the farther into mystery you are moving. Soon science realized the great statement of Socrates: ”The man who knows less, thinks he knows more; and the man who knows more, knows he knows less. The man who is just an idiot thinks that he knows all, and the man who is really wise knows only one thing, that he does not know anything at all.” As your intelligence becomes more and more mature and you enter into existence from different directions, and you start feeling and living and loving it, it becomes more of a poetry, a painting, a music, a dance, a love affair – but not theology. It becomes, slowly, slowly, so much more mysterious that you could never have imagined that you are sitting on immense treasures of mystery. But religions give you ready-made answers. Existence is there and naturally the question arises, ”Who created it?” Remain with the question. Don’t accept anybody’s answer... because there are peddlars all around – Christians, Mohammedans, Hindus, Buddhists, Jainas, Jews – all kinds of peddlars in search of customers, trying to sell you something which is simply poison and nothing else. They will say, ”God created it,” or ”Allah created it.” Yes, they have given an answer, but do you know what harm they have done? If you accept their answer, your question dies. And with the death of the question, your enquiry dies – now you will never enquire. If you had enquired, I can say with my own authority... and my authority does not depend on the Vedas or the Bible or the Koran, it depends only on my experience, on my enquiry. I say with my own authority that if you go on questioning without accepting anybody’s answer, including mine, by and by you will find that the answer is not found but the question disappears. And that is the moment of feeling the mystery. Do you see the difference? The so-called religions repress your question; they put an answer on top of it to cover it – an answer which they give as if God Himself has given it. Hindus say the Vedas From Ignorance to Innocence 157 Osho

CHAPTER 12. FAITH: THE SUICIDE OF INTELLIGENCE<br />

I asked him, ”Does God exist or not?”<br />

He became alert. If he says ”God exists,” then according <strong>to</strong> his own logic He needs a crea<strong>to</strong>r. And<br />

where this is going <strong>to</strong> land is in a regress absurdum. You can go on... A created B, B created C, C<br />

created D – you can go on and the whole alphabet will be finished – and Z will be standing in front<br />

of you with the same question mark. Nothing has changed. The question was bogus, it was not<br />

answerable.<br />

But no religion is courageous enough <strong>to</strong> say, ”There are things about which you can ask a question,<br />

but don’t expect the answer. Life is a mystery.”<br />

And life can only be a mystery if there are questions which are unanswerable.<br />

But then the religion loses all grasp on your neck. If there are questions which are unanswerable,<br />

then what have your – messiahs and messengers of God and incarnations of God – what have all<br />

these fools been doing? They have all answered questions which are basically unanswerable, and<br />

should be left unanswerable. An honest person, a sincere mind will accept the fact, ”Yes, there is a<br />

question but there is no answer.”<br />

Hence I say poetry is far more religious than your so-called holy books. Music is more religious<br />

than your so-called sermons of great apostles. Painting is more religious because paintings are<br />

not answers, they are rather reflections of the mystery that existence is. Poetry does not answer<br />

anything for you, it simply reflects: the sunrise, the sunset, a cloud wandering in the sky, a bird on<br />

the wing, a rainbow.... It does not give you any answers.<br />

A Zen haiku says: The wild geese fly over a lake. The lake of course reflects them. They neither<br />

ask, ”Please reflect us,” nor does the lake say, ”Thank you for <strong>com</strong>ing <strong>to</strong> be reflected in me.” The<br />

lake is silent, the wild geese are silent; the reflection happens – but not a single word is uttered from<br />

either side. Not only that, the wild geese have no expectation that they should be reflected; if they<br />

are not reflected they won’t feel offended. If the wild geese never <strong>com</strong>e <strong>to</strong> the lake, the lake will not<br />

feel offended, rejected, humiliated. It has never asked, never invited them.<br />

Things happen but there is no why <strong>to</strong> it. In poetry and painting, in music... have you ever asked<br />

about great music, ”What is the meaning of it?” Listening <strong>to</strong> Beethoven or Mozart have you ever<br />

asked, ”What is the meaning of it?” Or looking at the paintings of Picasso...?<br />

It happened once, an American super-rich millionaire asked Picasso, ”I want a few of your paintings.”<br />

Picasso said, ”But my paintings are very costly.”<br />

The man said, ”Money does not matter at all. Give me two paintings and whatsoever is the price – I<br />

will not ask the price – I will simply give it <strong>to</strong> you cash.”<br />

Picasso was in difficulty because he had only one painting ready right then. He went inside and cut<br />

the painting in two, brought out two paintings and sold them.<br />

One of his friends who was sitting and watching the whole scene said, ”In the first place the painting<br />

was absolutely meaningless; I have never been able <strong>to</strong> figure it out. In fact it is difficult <strong>to</strong> know how<br />

<strong>From</strong> <strong>Ignorance</strong> <strong>to</strong> <strong>Innocence</strong> 156 <strong>Osho</strong>

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