Just the other day I came across a tremendously great discovery. It says that every idiot you meet in the world is the end product of millions of years of evolution.
Intelligence is certainly rare but the people who have gathered around me…just the fact that they had the courage to be here is enough proof of their intelligence. Now you have to put your intelligence into action.
“My God,” sighed Paddy, “I had everything a man could want – the love of a gorgeous woman, a beautiful house, plenty of money, fine clothes.”
“What happened?” asked Seamus.
“What happened? Out of the blue without any hint of warning, my wife walked in.”
Just be alert. There are dangers on every step. A man who decides to be a meditator has to be very cautious.
Lao Tzu’s statement is that a man of meditation always walks as if he is passing through an ice-cold stream in winter, very careful, very alert.
Unless you are very careful and very alert, the millions-of-years-old mind and its functioning is going to be difficult to transcend. Although the strategy is simple, sometimes the simple seems to be the most difficult – and particularly when you are absolutely unacquainted with it.
Meditation is only a word to you. It has not become a taste, it has not been a nourishment, it has not been an experience for you; hence I can understand your difficulty. But you also have to understand my difficulty. Your diseases may be many, but I have only one medicine – and my difficulty is to go on selling the same medicine for different patients, different diseases.
I don’t care what your disease is, because I know I have got only one medicine. Whatever your disease is I will discuss it, but finally you have to accept the same medicine. It never changes. As far as I know, in these thirty-five years it has never changed.
I have seen millions of people, millions of different questions, and even before I hear their question I know the answer – because it does not matter what their question is, what matters is how to manage to bring their question to my answer.
The math teacher turned to little Ernie and said, “Ernest, if your father borrowed three hundred dollars and promised to pay back fifteen dollars a week, how much would he owe at the end of ten weeks?”
“Three hundred dollars,” Ernie quickly replied.
“I am afraid,” said the teacher, “that you don’t know your math very well.”
“I am afraid,” said Ernie, “that you don’t know my father.”