Chapter 6: Life Transcends Logic
Opinions mean nothing! If you have some experience, then it is important. Opinion is just opinion. Opinion means something of the mind. You have not experienced anything; it is just a thought. People have all kinds of opinions.
I have heard:
Two camels were passing through a desert. Both were looking very tired and both wanted to say something to the other, but somehow they were keeping control.
Finally one exploded and he said, “Whatsoever people say, whatsoever their opinion, I want to say that I am thirsty!”
Thirst is not an opinion, it is your experience. Is it your experience? If it is your experience, the question cannot arise, because then you would have understood exactly what I was saying.
Meditation is the process that cleanses you, and when you are utterly clean a fragrance arises in you. That is prayer. Prayer is a consequence of meditation. I am not against prayer; I am against your prayer, but not against prayer itself. Your prayer is false. Your prayer is only a part of your conditioning. The Hindu prays in the Hindu way and the Mohammedan prays in the Mohammedan way, but a real prayer is neither Hindu nor Mohammedan. It comes out of an unconditioned being. How can it be Hindu or Mohammedan?
A real prayer is simply prayer. It has no words; it is pure silence. It is a surrender in deep silence. In fact, it is not addressed to any God; it is bowing down to the whole existence. It is not an address. God is everywhere, all is God, so you simply bow down in tremendous gratitude, in ecstasy, in joy, in love. But first your love, your ecstasy, your joy have to be released. You are just a seed, and talking about fragrance will be only an opinion heard from others, borrowed. And anything borrowed is ugly. Anything borrowed is going to be only verbal.
And that’s what has happened: when you heard me you only understood the literal meaning of the words. You missed the significance.
A gentile friend.a Christian friend cajoled Rabbi Berkowitz into attending Saint Joseph’s in the city that made Schlitz famous. The old rabbi, long since retired, finally agreed when it was explained that a visiting dignitary would speak about the Jewish influence on the formation of the church.
In the front row, Rabbi Berkowitz’s eyes widened as the visiting lecturer announced his topic: “My Name is Joseph, Father of Jesus.”
At the conclusion of the talk, when they had been introduced, the rabbi said dryly, “My friend, you have had a most unusual experience!”