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Chapter 23: Knowledge Is the Corpse of Knowing

So there will come moments when you are fortunate, when you are unfortunate. Life is not a straight line; it is very zigzag. The path goes in a zigzag way. It is a mountainous path and to go astray is very simple, because your mind is all for going astray. You have to be very alert that your mind cannot take you away from the reality, that your mind does not succeed in taking you astray.

Your mind is your most unfortunate thing.

“My wife is always asking for money, money, money,” complained Hymie Goldberg to a friend. “Last week she wanted two hundred dollars. The day before yesterday she asked me for one hundred and fifty. And this morning she wanted one hundred dollars.”

“That’s crazy,” said his friend. “What does she do with all that money?”

“I don’t know,” said Hymie, “I never give her any.”

Your mind will demand continuously: Do this, go this way. Don’t listen to it. The moment a person stops listening to his own mind, he starts listening to the universal mind. He has come in the open. Your mind is an enclosure, very tiny, and mind cannot help you on the way. It is your greatest enemy. All your questions come from the mind, and all the answers that have been given down the ages go into the mind.

I repeat again, I am not answering your questions. I love you enough.I am not your enemy and I cannot give you answers. I simply want to take away your questions. Slowly, slowly you forget asking questions, you start just being here, enjoying. Nothing is to be asked. Nothing has to be inquired, but one has just to be. To be or not to be is the only significant decision. Be here and you will find that you are the answer.

Mind is full of questions and full of borrowed answers. You are the authentic answer, but then there is no question - it is a very strange phenomenon. When you have questions, you don’t have the answer. And when you come across the answer you don’t have the questions.

Gertrude Stein was dying. She was a great poetess, perhaps the greatest woman poet who has existed on this planet. Her friends had gathered, and just before she died, she opened her eyes and asked, “What is the answer?” The friends were stunned. Has she gone mad? - nobody asks what is the answer. First you have to ask the question; otherwise how can it be answered? But they were in deep love and gratefulness to the woman who has ignited the flame in many of those who were present.

One friend asked her, “This is absurd. You are asking, ‘What is the answer?’ but we don’t know what the question is.”

Gertrude Stein opened her eyes again and said, “Okay, then tell me, what is the question?” And she died.

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