This undisturbed purity and silence is the authentic wisdom. It knows without knowing; it is utterly innocent. It is exactly a rebirth.
You think your questions have some quality. Don’t you think the stupid question also has some quality? You may call it stupid, but it has a quality. You may not like that quality – but likings differ. What seems to you significant may not seem so significant to somebody else. Please stop comparing.
And in the end, because you must have become aware that your question is bound to be felt by anyone as a projection of ego…. You yourself have felt it. Just to cancel that, your question ends with, “It is not only an ego-satisfaction-comparison state.” If it is not an ego-satisfaction-comparison state, why are you stating it? Why are you denying it? Your very denial shows that deep down you are aware of what it is.
Before I take your other question – because this is only an introduction to your question – I would like to tell something which has no quality, because before entering a very deeply qualified, distinguished, significant question, it is needed to have a good, hearty laugh.
Mrs. Ivan the Terrible is having lunch with Mrs. Attila the Hun and Nancy Reagan. The three women get down to some serious gossiping.
Mrs. Ivan the Terrible says, “When I want Ivan to make love to me, I send out for half a dozen naked virgins and have them ride around the bedroom bareback on ponies for an hour or two. It never fails to make Ivan excited.”
“Mmm,” says Mrs. Attila the Hun, “my method is to have four pairs of women sumo wrestlers fighting in a large pool of mud in our bedroom. That usually works well to keep Attila awake long enough to make love to me.”
Nancy says, “I must be luckier with my Ronnie in that way. You girls have such a mess in your bedrooms with all that mud and horse shit. If I want to keep Ronnie awake all I have to do is whisper in his ear, ‘Darling, Osho is back in America,’ and he immediately screams, ‘Get Ed Meese on the phone. Call the FBI. Call the CIA. Call the Army. And for God’s sake, give me my heart attack pills!’”
Now comes Amrita Jayesh’s serious question.
If there is no certain meaning in life, why this intrinsic logic of living thousands of lives until understanding transforms one towards enlightenment, and then into a non-physical existence and then…and then…. There seems to be no end – eternity?
If there is no one or nothing who or which creates the world of a thousand mystic colors, why am I here? I did not ask to join in this game, or did I? Can’t there be only a non-existential nothingness without anything and within nothing?