“A man had an ugly daughter. He married her to a blind man because nobody else would have her.”
“A doctor offered to restore the blind man’s sight. But the father would not allow him for fear that he would then divorce his daughter.”
“The husband of an ugly woman is best blind.”
Man is ignorant, blind, as if living in sleep, drunk, not aware. This is the situation. This has always been so. Many cures have been invented, many methods to awaken him. But he resists. So the real problem is not ignorance but the resistance. Ignorance can be cured, but man insists on remaining ignorant. His eyes can be opened – the medicine exists, the doctors are there but man is not ready to open his eyes. He is against it.
This is the real problem. Ignorance is not the real problem; it can be cured. It is a simple disease, there is no complexity in it. But something in man is against curing it. There seems to be a great investment in it, as if with ignorance many other things will disappear; as if man clings to ignorance in the hope that something valuable is hidden there, a treasure.
Once it happened: A man was brought to me; his wife brought him. He was seriously ill but he wouldn’t go to the doctor, and he would deny absolutely that he was ill. He would say, “What is the need to go to the doctor’s? I am not ill. I am perfectly healthy. Something has gone wrong with my wife – she has become neurotic, she is obsessed with the idea of bringing me to the doctor’s…not only that, she wants to hospitalize me. For what?”
The man was really ill, and he was saying these things to me: “I am not ill. What is the purpose? Why are people forcing me? What do they want? There must be something they want out of it. All my relatives, my wife, my children – they are all conspiring against me, and I am perfectly healthy!”
I could see that the man was trembling, his face was ill and pale, his body weak, his eyes murky, with no health around his body, no well-being. What to do with this man? Why is he insisting…? I asked the wife the details.
She said, “He has always been afraid of death, always afraid of illness. When he was healthy, then too it was difficult for him to go to the hospital, even if some relative was there, or friend; even to see and visit the patient was difficult for him. The moment he reaches near a hospital something in him catches fear – death, the idea of death. And now it is creating trouble because he is ill and he won’t go – and he insists that he is not ill so what is the use of going to any doctor? Why should he go?”
I looked at the whole situation. The man was really afraid. I told him, “Your wife has gone really mad. You are perfectly healthy” – he smiled, his face changed – “nothing is wrong with you.”