Are there still surprises waiting for sannyasins regarding the whole truth?

Have you already told us the whole truth, or are there still a few more surprises waiting for your sannyasins?

The whole truth cannot be told, so there will always be surprises waiting for you. The whole truth is a very big mystery, far bigger than is possible to express. It has so many dimensions, so many aspects; anybody who thinks he has told the whole truth does not know truth. I will tell you two stories -- one is very famous -- from PANCHTANTRA, one of the ancientmost collections of parables in the East. Aesop's fables in the West are all stolen from PANCHTANTRA; nothing is new in them. PANCHTANTRA is at least two thousand years older than Aesop's fables. In fact, there has never been any such man as Aesop. Somehow, because Gautam Buddha was continuously quoting from the parables of PANCHTANTRA... There have been many names given in love to Gautam Buddha because of his qualities; one is Bodhisattva. Moving from one language to another till it…

Osho, “Some fingered the rosary, some lifted the cup; each clutched whatever support came to hand. And what a strange state it was—when the veil was lifted everywhere, some held their heart, some their liver.” Please shed some light on this.

What truth is like cannot be imagined. Before it is experienced, no concept of it is possible. What is truth like? It has never been contained in any word, nor captured in any image. What is it like? It is indefinable, inexpressible. Therefore, when the veil lifts from truth, the Hindu will weep, the Muslim will weep. Some will clutch their hearts, some their insides. When the veil lifts, all those who had been holding beliefs will be struck dumb. For each will discover that truth is like none of their beliefs. Those who thought it was three-faced, a Trimurti, will be stunned; those who imagined it in other colors and forms will also be stunned. For how truth is has never been said—and cannot be said. How truth is has never been written in any scripture—and cannot be written. Truth as it is can only be known. It is…

Question: And the last question: Osho, where does the search for truth end? The very meaning of truth is: the infinite. The search for truth has no end. The search for truth has a beginning, but no end. The journey begins, but it is never finished. It cannot be finished. Because if the journey were to be completed, it would mean that truth is also limited. You have reached the last boundary—then what lies beyond it? No, truth is boundless. This is what we have said again and again in many ways—the divine is infinite, limitless, immeasurable, expansive, vast. If you enter the ocean, it is true that you have entered the ocean; but you have not attained the whole ocean—so much of the ocean still remains. You go on swimming, keep on swimming—still the ocean remains, and remains; the more you cross, the more remains.

Osho, when morning dawns in someone’s life, does evening no longer come?

Therefore the Buddha spoke of two stages of nirvana. One was what happened to him at the age of forty: he attained nirvana, samadhi, full awakening—he knew. Then, for forty years, the journey of the body continued. Here on this very earth the chariot kept rolling; on the rough roads of earth the chariot had to feel the dips and rises. Then came Mahaparinirvana: the body, too, was shed. With the body gone, both morning and evening vanished. Then a certain kind of light manifests—but how to call it “light,” for it has no relation to darkness. Then a certain kind of life manifests—but how to call it “life,” for it has no relation to death. Therefore the Buddha remains utterly silent about it, says nothing at all; whatever he might say would be an error. All our words are bound to their opposites. Say “light,” and darkness is remembered.…

The Western mind lives in time-consciousness, the Eastern approach is towards timelessness; hence our definition of truth is that which is beyond time. So unless you go beyond time you know nothing of truth. In time you only see a film on the screen -- it can be beautiful and for the moment you may become enchanted with it, but deep down you know that it is just a fiction. You may become engrossed in it, you may completely forget that it is just a fiction, you may start taking it for real -- and if it is a three-dimensional film it can give you the notion, the feeling, that it is real. But then the end comes, and the screen is left behind and then suddenly there is the realization that for the whole time only the screen was real and the film was just a projection.