Chapter 17: The Point of No Return
They were all puzzled because this is not the way. First you have to ask the question. She is first asking what the answer is - answer to what? But you cannot be hard to a dying woman - and no ordinary woman, a really great poet. And even in this statement her greatness is absolutely present.
For a few seconds there was silence. Then one person gathered courage and said, “Stein, you have not asked the question. This is strange that you are asking what the answer is.”
So the dying woman opened her eyes and said, “Okay. So tell me what the question is.” And she died.
This is something truly mystic. There is no question, but there is an existential thirst which appears to the mind as a search for an answer. But there is no answer.
Existence is, and it is tremendously beautiful, psychedelically colorful. It is song and dance and celebration all over. But please don’t ask any question or any answer. It is a mystery. Mystery means there is no way to solve it; whatever you do is going to fail. Rather, live it, drop solving. Perhaps through living you will come to an understanding. But that will not be the answer, it will be more than the answer; it will be an alive experience. You will have become part of the mystery itself.
Even the greatest philosophers have been behaving like children. They go on representing life as if it is a puzzle, a crossword puzzle. It is not a puzzle. It is simply an unanswerable but experience-able phenomenon. That’s what I mean by mysticism.
Philosophers miss it completely because they try to find questions, and then answers. Questions are man-made. A rosebush never asks a question, a cloud never bothers about a question, a mountain never raises a question. It does not mean that they have the answer; it simply means they are beyond the question-answer game. And when I say going beyond enlightenment I am saying the same thing in other words - going beyond the question-answer game and just accepting reality as it is, whatsoever it is. Otherwise, there are troubles upon troubles. First you create the question, then you create the answer. Then the answer creates ten more questions; you create ten more answers and then each answer creates ten more questions. It is like a tree; it goes on growing and becoming bigger and bigger, and there is no end.
Just live life simply, without putting a question mark behind every experience. People may think you are crazy, but if you are crazy then the whole of existence is crazy - what to do? It is out of our hands. Why does the sun rise in the morning every day? Not even a single day is a holiday. Not even for a single day does it rise from the West - just for a change: “I am getting tired of rising from the East. No, things are simply going so smoothly; only man is in trouble.