Chapter 10: The Master of Silence
Mahakashyapa was just near the door, fresh, entering into silence, silence becoming celebration, and he had a desire to help. That desire has been used. But Subhuti was impossible. He was the most buddhalike, the most perfect, but when somebody is buddhalike he is useless. He can give himself the secret key; there is no need to give it to him. He never made anybody a disciple. Subhuti lived in perfect emptiness, and gods had to shower on him many times. And he never made a disciple; he never said anything to anybody, everything was so perfect. Why bother? Why say anything?
A master is fulfilling his past karmas. He has to fulfill them. And when I have to find a successor, many will be there who will be like Subhutis: they cannot be given the key. Many will be there who are like Sariputtas: only words can be given to them. Somebody has to be found who is entering silence, celebrating, and has been caught just near the door. That is why.
Enough for today.