Lies are good for the ego. In fact, the ego is the greatest lie; it feeds on other lies. But truth has a way of coming up again and again. Howsoever repressed, truth surfaces, because it is truth; you can repress it only for the time being. And to repress truth you will have to be constantly on guard. Of course you will get tired, you will need a little rest, and whenever you rest the truth surfaces. The truth comes in your life again and again; you can go on denying it, but it never denies you. You can deny God, but God never denies you.
Friedrich Nietzsche declared: there is no God. God is dead. But God remained silent. He didn’t become annoyed; otherwise he would at least have shouted.
I have heard about an atheist, Diderot, who used to argue against God. He had a special argument. In front of an audience he would take out his pocket watch and would say that it is such a time – eight thirty: “Now if there is a God and if you are almighty, omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent, then you must be here, because you are everywhere. And if you are really there, do just one thing: stop this watch, even for five minutes, and that will be enough proof of your existence.”
He used that argument his whole life. People would wait without breathing: “Maybe God is going to do something.” But God never stopped his watch, not even once.
You can go on denying God, but God never denies you. You can go on refuting truth, but truth never refutes you. Your denial does not become an irritation; your denial is only a childish act. Truth goes on again and again visiting you; it never tires of you. And if you watch your life, you will be surprised in how many ways it comes.
Bobby’s mother had been away for a few weeks and was questioning her small son about events during her absence.
“Well, one night we had a thunderstorm and I was scared, so daddy and me slept together.”
“Bobby,” said the boy’s pretty young French nursemaid, “you mean daddy and I.”
“No,” said Bobby, “that was last Thursday. I am talking about Monday night.”
Truth has its own ways. It may speak through your child, it may speak through a flower, it may speak through a sunray, it may speak through a distant call of the cuckoo. It has different ways of approaching you. Unless you are absolutely deaf, and nobody is absolutely deaf; unless you are absolutely blind, and nobody is absolutely blind… You recognize it, but still you go on denying. You go on avoiding it. You don’t want to look at it. You escape; you know ways to escape from it, although your escapes are not of much value. In fact, in escaping you also emphasize truth.