But in the world of religion, there is no tradition possible. If Buddha had not happened, there was no necessity that somebody else would have discovered what he discovered. If Jesus had not happened, there was no necessity that somebody would come upon the same door as Jesus came upon. It is individual, utterly individual – that is the beauty of religion. It is not a social effort.
Science can go on and on; it depends on the past. Religion does not depend on the past. Without Newton there would have been no Einstein; Newton has to be there as a necessary link. But without Krishna, Buddha would have been there, there is no necessary link. I could have been here without Buddha ever having been there in the past, there is no necessary link.
Religion is going inwards to your own core. Science is going outwards to see the laws of nature; they are available to everybody, so it is only a question of sooner or later. Every scientific discovery is bound to happen.
But Pythagoras got lost because of this theorem – he became much too identified with it, he became known as a mathematician. And his reality was not that of a mathematician; it was just a hobby. Mathematics was just a hobby for him; just as playing on the flute was a hobby for Krishna. It is good that people have not forgotten that he was a mystic; it is good that people don’t remember him only as a flute-player.
But that is what happened to Pythagoras. It happened because of the West. The Western mind pays more attention to anything that can be used in the outside world. His theorem was meaningful; without his theorem, something very essential would have been missing in the world of geometry. He fulfilled the need.
In the West, it is thought that, basically, he was a mathematician, and mysticism was just his eccentricity. Just the reverse is the case: mysticism was his soul; mathematics was just his hobby. And there is no mystic significance in it.
Moreover, I don’t understand much about geometry. All that I have understood from the Pythagorean theorem is this:
Once there was a very rich Indian chief who had three wives. By some strange coincidence, they all became pregnant at the same time. So, when the time came for them to bear the fruits of his labor, he decided that something a little novel was in order.
He placed the first wife in one teepee on an imported lion skin, the second in another teepee on an imported tiger skin, and the third in another teepee on a hippopotamus skin.
Now the first wife gave birth to a little baby boy. “Wonderful! He will grow to be a great warrior.” The second gave birth to a little baby girl. “Terrific! Another squaw and earth-mother for the tribe.” The third gave birth to twins. This only goes to prove that the squaw on the hippopotamus is equal to the sum of the squaws on the other two hides.
More than that I don’t know about Pythagorean geometry: the theorem.