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car is there in the porch; the why can be answered. If your why also can be answered, you become a mechanism like a mike or a car -- you become a utility, a commodity. But you are a man, not a machine.
Man means freedom. Why is there freedom? You can raise the question, but the question is foolish. The why about man cannot be answered. And if the why about man cannot be answered, how can it be answered when you put it for the ultimate, for God? Even about man the why cannot be answered -- about God also it is almost impossible even to raise the question rightly.
My effort is not to answer your questions, but to make you aware that out of a hundred questions, ninety-nine are simply foolish. Drop them! And once you have dropped the foolish questions -- they look very philosophical -- the one question remains. And that question is no longer concerned about irrelevant, nonessential things. That one question is concerned about existence, about you, your being. Not why you are here, not about the purpose of your being here, but about your being here -- who you are: Who am I?
This can be known -- because for it there is no need to go to anybody else; you can go inside. For it, there is no need to look in the scriptures -- you can look withinwards. For it, you have just to close your eyes and move into inner silence. And you can have the feel -- who you are. You can taste the flavor -- who you are. You can smell it, you can touch it. This is existential questioning. But why you are here, I don't know. And there is no need to know about it.
The second thing to be understood: that whenever you ask such questions, they are indicative of certain states of mind. For example, whenever you are miserable, you ask why. Whenever you are blissful, you never ask why. If you are suffering, you ask: Why am I suffering? But if you are dancing blissfully, at ease, deep in contentment, do you ask: Why am I blissful? Then the why looks ridiculous.
We ask why about something which is not acceptable to us. We ask why about suffering, misery, hell. We never ask why about love, happiness, blissfulness, ecstasy. So the why is simply an indication that you must
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