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This is just a suggestion that if you stay, if you can manage to stay, if you can resist this temptation just now to go away, it will be very very enriching. Otherwise you can go -- you will have to come back, because the moment you reach home you will start feeling that your home is here.

Blessed Are the Ignorant

Chapter #3

Chapter title: If one can come to know that one doesn't know one has arrived

6 December 1976 pm in Chuang Tzu Auditorium

Archive code: 7612065

ShortTitle: BLESSD03

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[Osho asks a sannyasin how she is, and she replies: I don't know!]

That's the right answer to everything!

Just this morning I was reading about one zen master. When he came to meet his own master, the master asked him, 'What have you been doing up to now?'

He said, 'I have been travelling and searching and seeking.'

The master asked, 'Do you know what you are searching for... what you are travelling for?'

He said, 'I don't know!'

The master laughed loudly and said, 'That's exactly the place everybody is seeking!'

If one can come to know that one doesn't know, one has arrived. Knowledge is an illusion, and to understand that there is no way to understand anything, is to become wise. To know that there is no possibility of knowing.... Nobody has ever known anything, and nobody is ever going to know, because life is a mystery. It cannot be known! It can be lived -- but it cannot be known. No explanation exists. By the very nature of things it cannot be explained; it is explicable.

So to know that there is no way to know is a great realisation. And, 'I don't know!' is the right answer for every question. If you can settle in your not-knowing, if this 'I don't know' can become really crystallised, the 'I' will disappear, because the 'I' exists only with knowledge.

If you don't know, you cannot exist. The ego feeds on knowledge. Once knowledge is lost, the ego disappears automatically. Then something is left which is neither you nor me, which is neither I nor thou. Something is left which is tremendously mysterious.

Henry miller

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