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We will never discuss it, because you know it, so what is the point? And whatsoever you don't know, write on the other side -- that we will work on.'
Ouspensky writes, 'It was a cold night and I started shivering. Though there was a fire in the room, I started shivering, perspiring... a cold perspiration. Such a fear I have never experienced -- as if I were going to die! I started to write but nothing was coming -- I went blank. I could not write what I knew. In fact the more I looked into it, the more I felt I knew nothing. After an hour I had to come out and give the paper back, and say, "I don't know anything, so you can start!" '
Gurdjieff said, 'Then there is possibility. One grows when one accepts one's ignorance.'
So, 'I don't know', is one of the most beautiful answers for any question whatsoever. Abide in it, rest in it. And if you can remember it, nothing else is needed. This will become your door.
I have coined a new beatitude -- just like jesus's beatitudes 'Blessed are the meek' and, 'Blessed are the poor in spirit.' I say, 'Blessed are the ignorant!'
[Osho asked a sannyasin how he felt during a nine-month intensive group he had done. He replied: Well, most of the time I just felt like a stranger.]
When you felt like a stranger, was it a pleasant or unpleasant feeling?
[He replies: In a way I liked it.]
You liked it? Mm mm... that's how it should be -- because we are strangers. In fact to be at home in this world is to be in some dream. That at-homeness is almost always illusory. That feeling -- that one is a stranger -- is truer.
We are strangers... we are outsiders..This is not our home -- hence the search. If this is our home then there is no point in searching. That is the difference between the worldly man and the religious man - the worldly man has accepted this world as his home; he is at home. The religious man has not been able to accept it as his home -- it is not. He feels strange. He feels as if he is coming from somewhere else and that he is going somewhere else... as if his destiny is somewhere else -- some other plane of being, some other altitude of consciousness, some altered
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