Is the claim that whatever is not in the Mahabharata is nowhere correct, and does it limit the vastness of life?

According to Osho, the dictum is correct: the Mahabharata holds the distilled essence of India’s civilizational peak—like spring’s full bloom or Everest’s summit—where everything human was seen, named, and woven together. It marks both culmination and the wheel’s turning toward decline. This claim doesn’t shrink life; it honors a reached totality, a mirror to which we look back while the cycle moves on.