Chapter 5: Prologue Part 5
When they report about you, they say something absolutely different. Whatever you had said, has gone through such a distortion, so much has been left out, so much has been added to it; it has taken a totally new color, a new meaning which was not intended. So either they don’t listen at al, or even if they manage to hear, it creates only misunderstanding, not understanding.
For listening, one needs a discipline of being silent, of being in the moment, of putting aside one’s mind with all its garbage - making a way for whatever you are listening to. If it is true, bells will start ringing in your heart; if it is not true, nothing will happen within you. This is a different kind of knowing: through the heart, not through the mind. This is the only true way that one can understand. It is because of this fact, that all these statements are so absolutely mine, and I don’t feel they were said by a man twenty-five centuries ago.
When Zarathustra had spoken these words, he looked again at the people and fell silent.
His falling silent shows his sadness; shows the hopelessness of man; shows the unintelligence of the crowd.
There they stand (he said to his heart), there they laugh: they do not understand me, I am not the mouth for these ears.
Must one first shatter their ears to teach them to hear with their eyes?
In fact, masters have been doing exactly that: shattering your ears, shattering your mind, so that you can hear from your eyes - so that you can understand from your heart.
A great philosopher had come to Gautam Buddha to discuss truth. This was a traditional thing in the East; philosophers used to move around the land, challenging other philosophers for open discussions. Those were beautiful days, in a way; those were the days of real freedom of thought. Every kind of philosophy, every possible conception of existence was respected, discussed - and not with antagonism. The discussion was only a means to discovery; it was done with great love, with great friendship. The one who was defeated in the discussion, naturally became the disciple of the victorious.
The philosopher, Maulingaputta, had defeated many, many philosophers throughout the country. His great desire was to defeat Gautam Buddha, because that was the greatest name in those days. He had come with five hundred disciples and those five hundred disciples were five hundred philosophers that he had defeated. He challenged Gautam Buddha: “I want to discuss truth.” Gautam Buddha said to him, “You are welcome, just a few preliminary things have to be settled. One is, do you know the truth; otherwise, how are you going to discuss it?”