A dark cloud suddenly appears overhead, and a tremendous voice replies, “You piss me off!”
God certainly cannot be different from you. It is your projection, it is your shadow. It echoes you and nobody else. That’s why there are so many gods in the world. The Hindus have a certain idea about God – the Hindu idea – it reflects the Hindu mind.
If you go back into Hindu scriptures you will be surprised. You will not be able to believe what kind of gods Hindus have created – very sexual. Adultery is very common amongst Hindu gods, and not only do they play their games of adultery in the Hindu paradise, they can’t even leave the earth alone; they come to the earth too, to rape women, to seduce simple women. They don’t even leave the wives of the great seers alone. And because they have infinite power they can even appear as the husbands, they can look like the husbands. And the women have no idea who is hiding behind the facade. Who has created these gods? – it must have been deep down a very sexual mind.
And the same is the case with all other gods of all other religions. It is because of this that Buddha simply never talked about God. He said: “What is the point of talking about God to people who are asleep? They will listen in their sleep. They will dream about whatsoever is said to them, and they will create their own gods – which will be utterly false, utterly impotent, utterly meaningless. It is better not to have such gods.”
That’s why Buddha is not interested in talking about gods. His whole interest is in waking you up.
It is said about a Buddhist enlightened master who was sitting by the side of the river one evening, enjoying the sound of the water, the sound of the wind passing through the trees… A man came and asked him, “Can you tell me in a single word the essence of your religion?”
The master remained silent, utterly silent, as if he had not heard the question. The questioner said, “Are you deaf or something?”
The master said, “I have heard your question, and I have answered it too! Silence is the answer. I remained silent – that pause, that interval, was my answer.”
The man said, “I cannot understand such a mysterious answer. Can’t you be a little clearer?”
So the master wrote on the sand “meditation,” in small letters with his finger. The man said, “I can read now. It is a little better than the first. At least I have got a word to ponder over. But can’t you make it a little clearer?”