Am I a philosopher?
Milarepa, philosophy is not the real thing, and to be a philosopher is just to go astray.
Philosophy only thinks but never experiences, and there are things which cannot be thought about: either you experience them or you don’t. How can you think about truth, of which you have no experience? How can a blind man think about light and colors and rainbows and flowers and butterflies? Whatever he is going to think is going to be wrong. To know the colors, to know the light, to know the stars one needs eyes; not thinking. And to have eyes is a totally different phenomenon than thinking. In fact, only blind people think. Those who have eyes see, experience.
Philosophy is a non-existential approach to existence; hence it never comes to any conclusion. It goes round and round but remains stuck in the same groove. One of the oldest professions of man is to be a philosopher, and it has always been praised very highly. But the reason for the praise was that the philosopher is thinking about ultimate values, while the whole world is concerned with the mundane. It is a world of blind people. And if one blind man starts thinking about light, other blind people are going to worship him. But there is no way to think about light.
There is no way to think about truth.
There is no way to think about love.
There is no way to think about beauty.
In fact, the moment you pinpoint some ultimate value for thinking, you immediately feel uneasy. For example, if somebody asks you, pointing to a beautiful sunset, “What do you think about it?” or to a beautiful rainbow, “What do you think about it?” obviously you are going to say, “It is beautiful,” because you have never thought about whether you know beauty or not.
You have simply accepted others’ opinions, and that accumulation of others’ opinions is all that you have – nothing of your own, everything borrowed. If it is insisted upon, “What do you mean when you say a sunset is beautiful? What is beauty?” you will immediately feel caught in a difficulty. There is no way to define what beauty is. There is no way to define what good is. There is no way to define what love is.
You can love but you cannot define it.
You can be overwhelmed by love, you can be transformed by love, but still you will never be able to think about it. Thinking is a very low category, in fact the very bottom; you cannot go lower than that.