From the very beginning to the end this mantra remains a secret, silent undercurrent in the life of the man.

So don’t laugh; try to understand, rather, try to feel. Perhaps that’s why I continued with it. In my sane moments I was going to stop. But trust my insanity. The more insane I am, the closer I am to truth.

Om mani padme hum….

I have left the ninth card of Zen because I was tired of Moses, Ramakrishna, Mohammed, Mahavira, Krishnamurti – the whole company. They are good company, but even good company sooner or later becomes nauseating. A good company, just good, becomes tasteless. I dropped out of it. I transcended it and became a real dropout: the tenth bull of Zen. And entering the tenth I have known all that is worth knowing, while the poor fellows in the ninth are playing with toys…religious toys, but toys are toys. Only in the tenth are you beyond. And the tenth resounds in you with the soundless sound of…

Om mani padme hum….

This will be the last for this series.