Neither the question is known nor the answer is known, and you need not do anything. If there is no question at all, it is simply far out! Why create trouble for yourself? Why hanker after trouble? If there is no question, you have attained the answer! No question means the answer.
You are not here to ask questions. I am not here to answer your questions. You are here to be ready to destroy all your questions; I am here to go on hammering on your questions so that they are shattered. I will not give you any answer, I will only destroy your questions. And a moment comes when there is no question, no answer, and that is the state of samadhi, that is the state of ultimate consciousness. When words disappear, thoughts disappear, knowledge disappears, ignorance disappears. When only pure consciousness is left just like a mirror reflecting that which is, just like this moment…a silent pause…. You can hear the traffic noise…it always happens! That’s why the mystics say existence is such a harmony! You can hear the birds, you can even hear the silence…this throbbing of the hearts. This is the state which we are searching for – not for questions, not for answers.
The philosopher was at his favorite occupation – lying in the sun. The flies buzzed around and settled thickly on his face, but he was too lazy to shoo them away. Finally a hornet lit among the flies and stung his nose. This was different. He slowly wiped his hand across his face.
“As long as some of you won’t behave,” he muttered, “all of you will have to get off!”
Questions don’t know how to behave. They are all like hornets lit amongst the flies. Your answers are like flies and your questions are like hornets lit amongst the flies. They all have to be wiped off.
The mind has to be utterly emptied.
The empty mind is the buddha mind.
But if you don’t want to be a philosopher, if you are not interested in wiping off all the problems, all the questions, then you can be a Polack. That is the same in a more gross way. The philosopher is subtle, the Polack is gross, but they belong to the same ladder. The Polack may be the lowest rung and the philosopher the highest rung, but the ladder is the same.
Frankowski showed up at the practice field to try out for the high school football team.
“What position do you want to play?” asked the coach.
“Quarterback!” answered Frankowski.
The coach handed him a football and said, “Do you think you can pass this ball?”
“Hell,” said the Polack, “if I can swallow it, I can pass it too!”