You find yourself everywhere. You will find yourself in a rock, if you look deep, deep enough. Then the looker, the observer, becomes the observed, the seer becomes the seen, the knower becomes the known. If you look deep enough into a rock, into a tree, or into a man or into a woman, if you go on looking deeply, that look is a circle. It starts from you, passes through the other and comes back to you. Everything is so transparent. Nothing hinders. The ray goes, becomes a circle, and falls back on you.
Hence one of the greatest secret sentences of the Upanishads: Tat tvam asi, Svetketu – Thou art that or That art thou. The circle is complete. Now the devotee is one with God, now the seeker is one with the sought, now the inquirer himself becomes the answer.
In existence there is no question. I have lived in it long enough now, and I haven’t come across a single question, not even a fragment of a question. One simply lives it.
Then life has a beauty of its own. No doubt arises in the mind, no suspicion surrounds you, no question exists within your being – you are undivided, whole.
The second question:
Osho, Lao Tzu and you keep on saying, “Just be ordinary.” However you seem to be so extraordinary – your appearance, your lifestyle. Is there a lot of difference between a master and an ordinary enlightened person?
There is none – and whatsoever seems to you to be extraordinary, is because you don’t understand what ordinariness is.
Because you have never lived ordinariness, ordinariness itself has become extraordinary to you. What do you see that is extraordinary in me? I live one of the most ordinary lives. When hungry I eat, when sleepy I sleep. I don’t practice anything. I don’t even do anything. Whatsoever happens, happens – I move with it, float with the river. But to you it can look extraordinary, because you don’t know the taste of ordinariness. Once you know the taste, then you will understand.
Everybody is after being extraordinary. That is the search of the ego: to be someone who is special, to be someone who is unique, incomparable. And this is the paradox: the more you try to be exceptional, the more ordinary you look, because everybody is after extraordinariness. It is such an ordinary desire. If you become ordinary, the very search to be ordinary is extraordinary, because rarely does somebody want to be just nobody, rarely does somebody want to be just a hollow, empty space. This is really extraordinary in a way, because nobody wants it. And when you become ordinary you become extraordinary, and, of course, suddenly you discover that without searching you have become unique.