I am reminded of a man who was purchasing in a toy shop a present for his son for Christmas. He was a well-known mathematician, so naturally the shop-keeper brought out a jigsaw puzzle. The mathematician tried...it was a beautiful puzzle. He tried and tried and tried and started perspiring. It was becoming awkward. The customers and the salesmen and the shop-keeper were all watching, and he was not able to bring the puzzle to a solution.
Finally he dropped the idea and he shouted at the shop-keeper: “I am a mathematician and if I cannot solve this jigsaw puzzle, how do you think my small boy will be able to?”
The shop-keeper said, “You don’t understand. It is made in such a way that nobody can solve it – mathematician or no mathematician.”
The mathematician asked, “But why is it made in this way?”
The shop-keeper said, “It is made in this way so that the boy from the very beginning starts learning that life cannot be solved, cannot be understood.”
You can live it, you can rejoice in it, you can become one with the mystery, but the idea of understanding as an observer is not at all possible. I don’t understand myself. The greatest mystery to me is myself. But a few clues I can give to you:
A psychiatrist is a fellow who asks you a lot of expensive questions that your wife asks you for nothing.
The key to happiness: You may speak of love and tenderness and passion, but real ecstasy is discovering you haven’t lost your keys after all.
Women begin by resisting a man’s advances and end by blocking his retreat.
If you want to change a woman’s mind, agree with her.
If you want to know what a woman really means, look at her – don’t listen to her.
The lady walked up to the policeman and said, “Officer, that man on the corner is annoying me.”
“I have been watching the whole time,” said the cop, “and that man wasn’t even looking at you.”
“Well,” said the woman, “isn’t that annoying?”
Osho, The Great Pilgrimage: From Here to Here , Talk #2