According to Osho, man is not complex but mysterious: complexity yields to intellect, mystery is the immeasurable and essentially unknowable. Man cannot be captured by concepts—he must be lived, tasted, recognized in childlike innocence, not analyzed. The more one 'knows,' the more one discovers the infinite remainder. Drop the scholar; become a blank page, and life’s rasa reveals itself as a celebrative, wordless recognition.
You can’t solve people (or yourself) like a puzzle; meet life with a quiet, childlike heart and simply feel it.