One becomes fed up. Even to ask human beings to be together more than two weeks is absolutely inhuman, because then comes misery and suffering; and this misery and suffering is perpetuated by all churches and religions. Because if there is no misery and no suffering, who is going to go to the churches? The fellows you find in churches are those who are suffering and asking God, “Why you are so hard on me? Could you not give this woman to somebody else?”
An old Jew was dying…on the road after an accident. A Catholic priest, passing by, went near to the old man out of great Catholic mercy, and said, “Remember God, his only begotten son Jesus Christ, and the Holy Ghost.”
The Jew opened his eyes and said, “At least at the time of my death, don’t give me any riddle. Death is enough – now don’t torture me with riddles. God, the only begotten son, and the Holy Ghost…?”
But the priest said, “You were praying – I saw your lips moving.”
He said, “Yes, I am praying. I am saying, ‘God, for four thousand years we have been your chosen people and we have suffered enough. Now you should choose somebody else.’”
Everybody is suffering more from his friends than from his enemies, because nobody marries enemies. The marriage is a contract between possible, potential enemies. Within two weeks everything will be clear. But then the religions force them to remain together: “Suffer, be miserable, and pray to God.” And by the way, God exists not, so all your prayers are just going into the empty sky – there is no one to respond.
But everybody in the world is living in all kinds of miseries; he has chosen those miseries.
An ancient parable in India is about a very rich man, very successful; so rich that even the king had to borrow money from him. He had everything that was possible, but he was very sad and always miserable, always a long face. And a young man used to come every day to give him massage – he was always happy. He had nothing to be happy about – that was the problem for the rich man. The poor fellow got one rupee per day. In those days, a rupee was really a rupee. The word rupee means gold. One rupee was enough for one day, to live happily. That poor man was not poor – he was living so joyously, and playing on his flute in the middle of the night.
The rich man was worried because this fellow had nothing except one rupee every day. “Why is he always so happy, so smiling, so laughing, playing on his flute, singing, dancing?” The poor man lived close by, in a small room that the rich man had provided for him.
The rich man asked his friend, who was as rich as he was rich, what the reason could be for this poor fellow’s being so happy.