The rebel will have a new morality – not according to any commandments, but according to his consciousness. He will have a new religiousness; he will not belong to any religion, because that is absolutely stupid. Religiousness is a private and personal phenomenon. It is just like love, it cannot be organized. The moment you organize truth or love, you kill them. Organization functions almost like poison.
The new man will not be a Christian or a Hindu, a Mohammedan or a Buddhist. He will simply be religious. Religiousness will be taken not as a belief, but as a way of life. A graceful, beautiful, responsible way – a way full of consciousness and full of love, full of sharing and friendliness; and a way of creating one world without any boundaries.
No armies are needed, no weapons are needed, no nations are needed, no religions are needed. All that is needed is a little meditativeness, a little silence, a little love, a little more humanity…just a little more, and existence will become fragrant with something so totally unique and new that you will have to find a new category for it.
The nuns in the convent were getting very restless. The Mother Superior called them together and demanded to know what was the matter. Nobody spoke, until finally a new novice said, “What this place needs is some healthy males!”
The Reverend Mother was shocked. “Well, she’s right. It is only human nature,” another nun said boldly.
“Very well then,” said the Mother Superior, “I will issue you all with candles, and you can comfort yourselves with them.”
“They are no good, we have tried them,” cried several voices.
“They were all right when I was young,” said the Mother Superior. “What is your objection?”
“Well, Reverend Mother, you get tired of the same thing, wick in, and wick out.”
Man is getting tired of everything old – the old politics, the old religion, the old spirituality, the old saintliness, the old values. Man is getting utterly bored.
This century has given birth to only one philosophical school, and that is existentialism. In existentialism, boredom is the central theme – not God, not whether existence consists of matter or consciousness, not heaven and hell, not theories about reincarnation, about rebirth. The main theme is boredom.
It is not a small matter that the best thinkers of this age are finding that man’s most essential need today is how to get out of this boredom. It is becoming heavier and heavier, like a black cloud, and destroying all joy; making life meaningless, creating a situation in which it seems that to be born is a curse, not a blessing. The philosophers are saying that life is a curse, a meaningless boredom, an unending anguish which serves no purpose at all. You suffer so much, you sacrifice so much, and the end result is simply nothing.