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the chaplain if he ordered all those liters of oil. The chaplain is even more surprised, but suddenly he remembers his parrot. So he storms into the room and shouts, "Did you order twenty-four thousand liters of oil?"
"No," says the parrot.
"Are you sure? Quite sure?" asks the chaplain.
"Yes!" shrills the parrot.
"Well, just wait!" replies the chaplain. "If I find out that you have been lying, I'll nail you by your two wings to the wall!"
Sure enough, he soon discovers that it is the parrot that placed the order, so he nails it to the wall.
After the parrot has been hanging there for a while, he sadly looks out of the window and sees the crucifix in front of the church. He lifts his head and says, "Well, Jesus, did you order twenty-four thousand liters of oil too?"
Man has been reduced to a parrot. My sannyasins have to come out of all these cages -- the cages that philosophy, theology, science and all other kinds of things have created around you. You have to come out of it all, IN toto -- not partially, not gradually, not slowly, not tomorrow but now, at this very moment.
"Riko!"
"Yes, Master," said the official with a start.
"See," said Nansen, "the goose is out!"
The Goose is Out
Chapter #2
Chapter title: Just see it
2 March 1981 am in Buddha Hall
Archive code: 8103020
ShortTitle: GOOSE02
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The first question
Question 1
OSHO, I FEEL THAT WE NEED TO HURRY, THAT THERE IS NOT MUCH TIME LEFT. THE COCOON OF SLUMBER I AM EXISTING IN SEEMS TO SUFFOCATE ME, AND I AM AFRAID I WILL NEVER MAKE IT. YOU SAY THE GOOSE IS OUT ALREADY. WHY DOES IT FEEL SO IMPOSSIBLE TO GRASP?
Anand Bhagawati, it is difficult to grasp because the goose is out; if it was in there would have been no difficulty in grasping it. The bottle is dead -- you can grasp it. The bottle is like philosophy, theology, dogma, creed, cult, doctrine -- just a corpse. The goose is alive, it is life itself; you cannot grasp it. It is not conceptual, it is existential. Who is going to grasp whom?
You
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