They neither ask, “Please reflect us,” nor does the lake say, “Thank you for coming to be reflected in me.” The lake is silent, the wild geese are silent; the reflection happens, but not a single word is uttered from either side. Not only that, the wild geese have no expectation that they should be reflected; if they are not reflected they won’t feel offended. If the wild geese never come to the lake, the lake will not feel offended, rejected, humiliated. It has never asked, never invited them.

Things happen but there is no why to it. In poetry, painting, in music… Have you ever asked about great music: “What is the meaning of it?” Listening to Beethoven or Mozart have you ever asked, “What is the meaning of it?” Or looking at the paintings of Picasso…

It happened once: an American super-rich millionaire said to Picasso, “I want a few of your paintings.”

Picasso said, “But my paintings are very costly.”

The man said, “Money does not matter at all. Give me two paintings and whatsoever is the price – I will not ask the price – I will simply give it to you cash.”

Picasso was in difficulty because he had only one painting ready right then. He went inside and cut the painting in two, brought out two paintings and sold them.

One of his friends who was sitting and watching the whole scene said, “In the first place the painting was absolutely meaningless; I have never been able to figure it out. In fact it is difficult to know how you manage to find which is the top and which is the bottom, and how you manage to hang it. I have tried it all ways, but it is still beautiful any way you hang it – and that means that it has no meaning. And now you have done a great miracle. You have cut the painting in two, and that man has left with two paintings which cannot be meaningful because each painting is only half – the other half is missing.”

“But nobody will ever come to know,” Picasso said, “that they are not two paintings. I could have even made it four. I don’t know, myself, what it means, but it was such a joy to paint it.” And tears were in his eyes that he had to sell it.

These painters, poets, musicians have given the human mind a richness because they do not demystify existence. In the beginning science was moving on the same lines as the so-called religions. In the eighteenth century science was doing the same stupid thing, perhaps because there was only one precedent: religions. It was trying to demystify existence, but soon it realized that the deeper you go into existence, the farther you are moving into mystery.

Soon science realized the great statement of Socrates: “The man who knows less, thinks he knows more; and the man who knows more, knows he knows less. The man who is just an idiot thinks that he knows all, and the man who is really wise knows only one thing, that he does not know anything at all.”