But when Pontius Pilate came and asked the people – and thousands of people had gathered – “According to the convention, I can release one person from crucifixion. He will be made completely free…”he was shocked that they all shouted only one name. That name was not Jesus; that name was of a murderer who had murdered at least seven people. I say at least because that was on the record of the government; he may have murdered more, he was a born murderer and criminal. His name was Barabbas – and the whole Jewish crowd, without exception, asked that Barabbas should be released.

No man of any intelligence could have believed it, and even Barabbas could not believe it. He was also thinking that this young man – he has not done anything wrong, he has not harmed anybody, he has not committed anything criminal – is bound to be released.

He could not believe his own ears when he heard that people were asking for Barabbas. Even when he was released, going out in the crowd, he looked again and again with unbelieving eyes: What is happening…? All these people know him; he is a drunkard, he is a murderer, he is a robber – there is not any crime that he has not committed. These are the people who know him, and these are the people who have put him into the hands of the government. Strange, why have they asked…?

And Jesus was crucified.

It is a very strange story: his whole life he answered every question, and at the last, when a significant question was asked, he remained silent. Do you think he did not answer? He answered by his silence. Nothing can be said about truth, and anything that is said about truth is not truth.

You can be truth, but you cannot say anything about it.

So when sometimes it happens that I don’t answer a question it means the question is of the category which can be answered only in silence. But I don’t want you to be so serious…! Truth, or untruth – but don’t be serious! If you want me to answer any question…I am ready to lie, but I will answer.

I care more about you than any truth.

Eunice came home with a brand-new mink coat.

“Where did you get that?” asked her husband, Bernie.

“I won it in a raffle,” she replied. The following night, Eunice walked in with a beautiful diamond bracelet.

“Where did that come from?” asked Bernie.

“I won it in a raffle,” said Eunice. “I’m going to another raffle party tonight, and I’m in a hurry. Would you mind drawing my bath?”

Bernie did as instructed, but when Eunice came in to take her bath, she found that there was only a half-inch of water in the tub.

“Bernie,” she asked, “Why didn’t you fill the tub?”

“Well, darling,” he answered, “I didn’t want you to get your raffle ticket wet!”

Osho,
Will you please say something about how you work on us?