Meditate over the subtle difference between evidence and proof. The master is an evidence; he is a witness. He has seen, he has known, he has become. You can feel it; the evidence can be felt. You can come closer and closer; you can allow the fragrance of the master to penetrate to the innermost core of your being. The master is only evidence; he is not proof. If you want any proof…there is no proof.
God can neither be proved nor disproved; it is not an argument. God is not a hypothesis, it is not a theory: it is experience. The master is living evidence. But to see it you will need a different approach than you are accustomed to.
You know how to approach a teacher, how to approach a professor, how to approach a priest. They don’t require much because they simply impart information, which can be done even by a tape recorder, or by a computer, or by a gramophone record or by a book.
I was a student in a university. I never attended the classes of my professors. Naturally, they were offended. And one day the head of the department called me and he said, “Why have you joined the university? We never see you, you never attend any classes. And remember: when the examination time comes, don’t ask for an attendance record – because seventy-five percent attendance is a must to enter into the examination.”
I took hold of the hand of that old man and I said, “You come with me – I will show you where I am and why I have entered the university.”
He was a little afraid of where I was taking him and why. And it was a well-known fact that I was a little eccentric! He said, “But where are you taking me?”
I said, “I will show you that you have to give me one hundred percent attendance. You come with me.”
I took him to the library and I told the librarian, “You tell this old man – has there ever been a single day when I have not been in the library?”
The librarian said, “Even on holidays he has been here. If the library is not open then this student goes on sitting in the garden of the library, but he comes. And every day we have to tell him, ‘Now please, you leave, because it is closing time.’”
I told the professor, “I find the books far more clear than your so-called professors. And, moreover, they simply repeat what is already written in the books, so what is the point of going on listening to them second-hand? I can look in the books directly!”
I told him, “If you can prove that your teachers are teaching something which is not in the books, then I am ready to come to the classes. If you cannot prove it, then keep it in mind that you have to give me one hundred percent attendance – otherwise I will create trouble!”
And I never went to ask him; he gave me one hundred percent attendance. He followed the point; it was so simple. He said, “You are right. Why listen to second-hand knowledge? You can go directly to the books. I know those professors – I myself am just a gramophone record. The truth is,” he said to me, “that for thirty years I have not read anything. I just go on using my old notes.”