Chapter 1: Truth Is the Greatest Offender
Communes can use money as an exchange, because every commune cannot have all the things it needs. It can purchase from another commune; then money can be used as a means of exchange - but from commune to commune, not from individual to individual, so that every commune is capable of bringing in things which are not available there. So money’s basic function remains, but its ownership changes from the individual to the collective. To me this is basic communism: the money’s function changes from the individual to the collective.
But the religions will not want that. Politicians will not want it because their whole game will be destroyed. Their whole game depends on ambition, power, greed, lust.
It seems very strange to say that the religions exist almost on irreligious things, or it will be better to say on anti-religious things. They use those things, but on the surface you don’t see that. You see charity, but you don’t see from where charity comes and why. In the first place, why should there be a need for charity? Why should there be orphans, why should there be beggars? Why in the first place should we allow beggars to happen and orphans to happen? And in the second place, why are there people who are very willing to do charity work, to give money, to give their whole lives to charity and serving the poor?
On the surface everything seems to be right because we have lived in this kind of structure for so long; otherwise it is absolutely absurd. No child is an orphan if the commune owns the children, and if the commune owns everything, then nobody is a beggar; we all share whatsoever we have. But then religions will not have their sources of exploitation. They will not have the poor to console, they will not have the rich to help get rid of their guilt. These are the reasons why they are so much against me.
My work is almost like that of a gravedigger who goes on digging up beautiful marble graves and bringing out skeletons. Nobody wants to see them. People are afraid of skeletons.
One of my friends was a student in a medical college, and I used to stay with him once in a while, while traveling. If I had to stay the whole night, rather than staying at the station I would stay in the hostel with this student. One day it happened that somehow, late in the night, the discussion went on about so many things, and came around to ghosts. And I was simply joking; I said, “They are a reality. It is strange that you have not come across them.”
There were almost fifteen students were there in the room and they said, “No, we don’t believe in them. We have dissected so many bodies; we have never found any soul, and there is no ghost, nothing.”
So I prepared my friend.. In their surgical ward they had many skeletons, and they also had another ward where autopsies are done - beggars die or somebody is killed or commits suicide - it was a big city, it was the capital of a state. The wards were joined together. On this side of the hall were the skeletons, and the other side of the hall many dead bodies used to wait. And who cares about the beggars and this and that? - whenever there was time the professors would do the autopsies and decide.