Chapter 18: The River Needs No Guide
Thank you for throwing most of my questions in your garbage bin. At first it hurts the ego, but not really that much. You are showing me how my questions are unnecessary. Either I’m trying to be smart, trying to write an unusual question, or trying to be funny, hoping to make everybody laugh. But I realize I’m always trying to prove something, which is nonsense. My beloved master, it occurred to me that maybe you want me to stop asking questions and simply shut up. Has the time really come? Sometimes I have wondered if that time had not come already a long time ago.
It is true, I have been throwing your questions away because they were not authentic; they were not coming from your necessity of inner growth. And you have received the answer. Unless I had thrown them, you would not have understood what you recognize in this question. Although you have not yet understood the whole point, a glimpse has happened.
You say, “Thank you for throwing most of my questions in your garbage bin. At first it hurts the ego, but not really that much.” That means you will be still asking those questions. And the fear is that you may become slowly, slowly immune, because it hurts only just a little. By and by it will not hurt at all.
You say, “You are showing me how my questions are unnecessary. Either I’m trying to be smart, trying to write an unusual question, or trying to be funny, hoping to make everybody laugh. But I realize I am always trying to prove something, which is nonsense.” Just remember what you are writing in this, because man’s memory is very superficial. Tomorrow you may forget again and fall into your old habits.
You don’t know that almost one hundred questions come every day, and I have to throw away almost ninety-five. Not that I don’t have time - if I feel that they are sincere and you need it urgently, I will find the time - but they are so obviously unnecessary. But throwing them away was also my answer to you.
George Bernard Shaw used to reply only once a month to his letters. For one month he would go on piling up all those letters - and he was receiving thousands of letters from all over the world.
His friends were worried, “What kind of method have you found? You go on piling up the letters; you don’t even read them.” He said, “I have decided, on every first day of the month, I read them. Most of them already have answers. The few that still remain relevant, I answer - and they are very few.”