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CHAPTER 28. SCIENCE PLUS RELIGION – THE DYNAMIC FORMULA FOR THE FUTURE There are millions of statues in the East so beautiful that Michelangelo would feel jealous, but the sculptors have not even signed their name: that would become a serious affair. Millions of statues of the same caliber and quality as those of Leonardo da Vinci or Michelangelo – but nobody knows who made them. The people who made them were just enjoying, playing. Out of play, if something comes, you cannot claim it is your creation and that you have to sign it. Who made the Ajanta caves? – the Ellora caves? Who made the Khajuraho temples? Who made the Konarak temples? There is no way to find out. The people who made such tremendous beauty, incomparable, were not concerned at all to leave even a single trace behind. They enjoyed making it, of course, but that was all. It was not an obsession. If you go to the Ajanta caves, which are Buddhist caves, where for thousands of years Buddhist monks must have been working.... Many caves are incomplete. I used to go there, and I asked the guides – different guides – again and again.... There were many guides, and I would always choose a different one so I could torture him. Incomplete caves, incomplete statues, Buddhas only half-made... and I would ask, ”What was the matter?” And they would have no explanation. Somebody said, ”Perhaps the artist died.” I said, ”There were so many other artists – there must have been thousands of artists for so many caves; each cave must have needed hundreds of artists to make it – couldn’t they complete even a Buddha? Just the body is there, the head was just being started. This looks a little disrespectful to Buddha. You should complete it.” And they would say, ”What can we do? Nobody knows who made them. Nobody knows why they stopped in the middle.” I said, ”I know, that’s why I am asking. This whole thing was just a big game. The person who was making it was not obsessed, otherwise he would have completed it. If he was dying, he would have taken a promise from a friend to complete it.” The obsessional man is a perfectionist. He will not leave anything incomplete, he will make it entire; he will not rest till it is complete. But to a religious man.... They played as long as they enjoyed it. The moment they felt it was time to stop this game, they stopped the game. And because they stopped the game, no other artist – they were all religious people – would interfere with it. Anybody could have completed it; just a little work was needed and it could have been completed. It was almost complete, but nobody interfered with it because that was trespassing. If that man wanted his Buddha to remain this way, it was his business. And that man may have started something else, because it was all play. A religious man can create playfully but cannot be serious. Seriousness is part of obsession. For example, Karl Marx is the ideal obsessional man. His whole life he spent in the British Museum library. He had no actual experience of poverty; he had never been part of the proletariat, the laborers for whom he was going to be the messiah. He had not a single friend who was a laborer. From Ignorance to Innocence 414 Osho

CHAPTER 28. SCIENCE PLUS RELIGION – THE DYNAMIC FORMULA FOR THE FUTURE He had only one friend, who was a capitalist, Friedrich Engels. And he had to be friendly towards Engels because who was going to feed him? His obsession was to create the whole philosophy of communism, in its entirety, so there would be no need for anybody else to add anything. He was a Jew – and somehow it is very difficult to get rid of your conditioning. Although he became an atheist, denied God, denied soul, a Jew is a Jew – he wanted to make communism absolutely complete. Before the museum library was open, he was standing there at the door. The librarian would come after him; before he came, Marx was waiting. And the whole day he was in the library. The library would be closed, and the librarian would be persuading him, ”Now please, you stop. Come tomorrow.” And Marx would say, ”Just wait a few minutes more; something is still incomplete. I have to complete this note.” In the beginning they used to be nice to him. Finally they found this was not going to help: they had to forcibly throw him out of the library. Four people would take him out, and he would be shouting, ”Just a few minutes more! Now, are you mad, or what? What are you doing? Tomorrow I will have to work hours to find those few sentences that I could write just now. Just wait!” But the library has to be closed at a certain time, and those people have to go to their homes. They are just servants. They don’t care about your communism and what philosophy you are writing. And you have been doing this for twenty years, thirty years, forty years! Forty years continuously! And sometimes it used to happen that he would not eat. The food would be with him, because he used to come with his tiffin carrier so that he did not have to go home or to a hotel and waste time. So he would be just eating and referring to encyclopedias and books: with one hand he would be continually writing, and with the other hand he would be eating. And sometimes he forgot to eat; and as he became older, many times it happened that he was taken not to his home but to the hospital, because he was found unconscious: hungry, continuously reading, writing, reading, writing. One feels sad that nobody reads this poor Karl Marx’ book, Das Kapital – nobody! I have not come across a single communist who has read it from the first page to the last. Perhaps I am the only person who has read it from the first page to the last – just to see what kind of madman this Karl Marx was. And he was certainly a madman – so obsessed with economics, with exploitation, that he forgot the whole world. He forgot small things. He was moving into the higher realms of mathematical theorizing, and he forgot simple mathematics, simple economics. He was a chain-smoker; he was reading, writing – and smoking. His wife, his physician, his friend Engels, they were all worried that this smoking would kill him. One day he came home with big boxes of a certain cigarette that had just come on the market. His wife could not believe it: ”Are you going to open a shop? Are you going to sell cigarettes? So many big boxes!” And he was so happy. He said, ”You don’t understand. I have found this new cigarette, just introduced on the market. And the cigarette that I was smoking was costing double. Now with From Ignorance to Innocence 415 Osho

CHAPTER 28. SCIENCE PLUS RELIGION – THE DYNAMIC FORMULA FOR THE FUTURE<br />

There are millions of statues in the East so beautiful that Michelangelo would feel jealous, but the<br />

sculp<strong>to</strong>rs have not even signed their name: that would be<strong>com</strong>e a serious affair. Millions of statues<br />

of the same caliber and quality as those of Leonardo da Vinci or Michelangelo – but nobody knows<br />

who made them. The people who made them were just enjoying, playing. Out of play, if something<br />

<strong>com</strong>es, you cannot claim it is your creation and that you have <strong>to</strong> sign it.<br />

Who made the Ajanta caves? – the Ellora caves? Who made the Khajuraho temples? Who made<br />

the Konarak temples? There is no way <strong>to</strong> find out. The people who made such tremendous beauty,<br />

in<strong>com</strong>parable, were not concerned at all <strong>to</strong> leave even a single trace behind. They enjoyed making<br />

it, of course, but that was all. It was not an obsession.<br />

If you go <strong>to</strong> the Ajanta caves, which are Buddhist caves, where for thousands of years Buddhist<br />

monks must have been working.... Many caves are in<strong>com</strong>plete. I used <strong>to</strong> go there, and I asked<br />

the guides – different guides – again and again.... There were many guides, and I would always<br />

choose a different one so I could <strong>to</strong>rture him. In<strong>com</strong>plete caves, in<strong>com</strong>plete statues, Buddhas only<br />

half-made... and I would ask, ”What was the matter?” And they would have no explanation.<br />

Somebody said, ”Perhaps the artist died.”<br />

I said, ”There were so many other artists – there must have been thousands of artists for so many<br />

caves; each cave must have needed hundreds of artists <strong>to</strong> make it – couldn’t they <strong>com</strong>plete even a<br />

Buddha? Just the body is there, the head was just being started. This looks a little disrespectful <strong>to</strong><br />

Buddha. You should <strong>com</strong>plete it.”<br />

And they would say, ”What can we do? Nobody knows who made them. Nobody knows why they<br />

s<strong>to</strong>pped in the middle.”<br />

I said, ”I know, that’s why I am asking. This whole thing was just a big game. The person who was<br />

making it was not obsessed, otherwise he would have <strong>com</strong>pleted it. If he was dying, he would have<br />

taken a promise from a friend <strong>to</strong> <strong>com</strong>plete it.”<br />

The obsessional man is a perfectionist.<br />

He will not leave anything in<strong>com</strong>plete, he will make it entire; he will not rest till it is <strong>com</strong>plete. But <strong>to</strong><br />

a religious man.... They played as long as they enjoyed it. The moment they felt it was time <strong>to</strong> s<strong>to</strong>p<br />

this game, they s<strong>to</strong>pped the game. And because they s<strong>to</strong>pped the game, no other artist – they were<br />

all religious people – would interfere with it.<br />

Anybody could have <strong>com</strong>pleted it; just a little work was needed and it could have been <strong>com</strong>pleted. It<br />

was almost <strong>com</strong>plete, but nobody interfered with it because that was trespassing. If that man wanted<br />

his Buddha <strong>to</strong> remain this way, it was his business. And that man may have started something else,<br />

because it was all play.<br />

A religious man can create playfully but cannot be serious. Seriousness is part of obsession.<br />

For example, Karl Marx is the ideal obsessional man. His whole life he spent in the British Museum<br />

library. He had no actual experience of poverty; he had never been part of the proletariat, the<br />

laborers for whom he was going <strong>to</strong> be the messiah. He had not a single friend who was a laborer.<br />

<strong>From</strong> <strong>Ignorance</strong> <strong>to</strong> <strong>Innocence</strong> 414 <strong>Osho</strong>

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