He stopped his chariot, and he inquired about the archer. The person he inquired of started laughing. He said, “He is an idiot! Don’t be worried about him.”
But the king said, “You don’t understand. He may be an idiot – I’m not concerned with that – but he is a greater archer than me, that is certain. I would like to see him.”
A crowd gathered, seeing the king, and they all laughed and said, “It is pointless. He is really a fool.”
But the king could not understand how an idiot can manage such good shots, absolutely perfect, impeccable. He said, “Stop laughing and call the man!” A young man was brought to him; he looked stupid, retarded. The king was also puzzled. He asked the young man, “What is your secret?”
The young man said, “What secret?”
The king showed him that every arrow is exactly in the middle of a circle.
The young man started laughing. He said, “I cannot lie to you. The truth is, first I shoot the arrow and then I draw the circle. Naturally, one hundred percent…It does not matter where the arrow goes; wherever it goes, I make the circle later on. Everybody who passes through this village is struck by the great art. I remain quiet, I never say the truth to anybody, but you are the king and I cannot lie to you.”
This is really the situation of intellectuals. They are profound archers – but first they shoot the arrow and then they draw the target! Their work appears, to those who don’t know their way and their strategy, as perfect.
Now, giving a disciple the name “profound clarity,” he cannot even think that he is doing something wrong. He does not know what clarity is, as an experience; otherwise he would never have given the name, “profound clarity.” Clarity is enough unto itself.
A patriarch said, “As long as there is mental discrimination, and calculating judgment, all the perceptions of one’s own mind are dreams. If mind and consciousness are quiescent and extinct, without a single thought stirring, this is called correct awareness.”
Whenever he quotes, almost always he is right, but only when it is a quotation. These are not his words. I am coming to his words, and then you will see how the intellectual falls far below the mystic and his experience. These are his words: