The first question:
Why do I ask so many foolish questions?
Because there are no wise questions, and there cannot be. A wise question exists not. Questioning as such is foolish. I am not condemning it, I am not saying don’t ask. But remember, the questioning mind is a confused mind, and out of the confusion comes the question; whatsoever answer is given to it will enter into the confused mind again. That answer will be distorted. The confused mind will start playing on it and will create many more questions out of it. It is a vicious spiral.
No answer is going to help unless you understand that questioning in itself is futile, unless the understanding grows deep that questioning is meaningless. There is nobody to answer your question. Existence is there without any explanations – and it is absolutely silent. You go on asking, it does not respond. By and by you will understand that questions are meaningless – then they disappear.
The day questions disappear is a great day. On that very day the answer becomes available. The answer never comes through questioning, it comes when the questioning has disappeared. In fact, to say it comes is not right: when the questioning has disappeared you suddenly find that you are the answer, your very being is the answer. That is what you had been seeking and seeking for.
All questions are foolish; they have to be. And all answers are lies; they have to be – because you cannot answer a foolish question with truth. There will be no meeting between them. You ask a question, the master goes on answering it in the hope that by and by your questioning will disappear. That’s the difference between a master and a teacher.
A teacher believes that he can answer your question. He is also a fool, just like you. The master knows there is no answer, but he goes on answering you in the hope that by and by you will start looking deeper, your understanding will grow, and one day suddenly your questions will disappear. You will look inside and you will not find any questions. That very moment you become the answer…you are the answer.
Meanwhile, continue to question. It is an unburdening process: only by questioning will you come to see that questions are futile. And one has to say whatsoever is.
I have heard…
A man rushed into a church, a Catholic church, went into the confessional booth and said, “Father, I have made love to a woman since the morning up to now, twenty-five times!”