That is the difficulty with all that is great: if you try, you miss. It comes effortlessly or not at all. It has visited him in Tertium Organum and he was not even aware of it. The words in Tertium are so powerful one cannot believe that the author is unenlightened, that he is still looking for a master, that he is still searching for the truth.
I was a poor student, working the whole day as a journalist – that is the worst job you can do, but that’s what was available to me at the time – and I was in such need that I had to join a night college. So the whole day I worked as a journalist, and at night I went to college. In a way my name belongs to the night. Rajneesh means the moon: Rajni means the night, eesh means God – God of the night.
So people used to laugh and say, “This is strange: you work the whole day and go to study at night. Are you trying to fulfill your name?”
Now I can answer them, yes – write it in capital letters – YES, I have been trying to fulfill it my whole life. What else can be more beautiful than to be the full moon? So as a poor student in those days I used to work the whole day. But I am a crazy man, rich or poor does not matter….
I have never liked to read books borrowed from others. In fact I hate even borrowing from a library, because a library book is like a prostitute. I hate to see the marks, the underlining of other people. I always love the fresh, the snow-white freshness.
Tertium Organum was a costly book. In India, in those days, I was getting a salary of only seventy rupees each month, and by coincidence the book cost exactly seventy rupees – but I purchased it. The bookseller was amazed. He said, “Even the richest man in our community cannot afford it. For five years I have been keeping it to sell, and nobody has purchased it. People come and look at it, then drop the idea of buying. How can you, a poor student, working the whole day and studying at night, working almost twenty-four hours each day, how can you afford it?”
I said, “This book I can purchase even if I have to pay for it with my life. Just reading the first line is enough. I have to have it whatsoever the cost.”
That first sentence I had read in the introduction was, “This is the third canon of thought, and there are only three. The first is that of Aristotle; the second of Bacon, and the third, my own.” I was thrilled by Ouspensky’s daring, that he said, “The third existed even before the first.” That was the sentence that caught fire in my heart.