“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was without form, and void; and darkness was on the face of the deep. And the spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters. And then God said, “Let there be light”; and there was light. And God saw the light, that it was good…Then God said, “Let Us make man in Our image, according to Our likeness…So God created man in his image…male and female he created them. Then God blessed them, and God said to them, “Be fruitful and multiply; fill the earth…” Then God saw everything that He had made, and indeed it was very good…And on the seventh day God ended His work which He had done, and He rested.
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On the first day, he stood up and spoke. One by one the people put down their hoes, and what was once an empty field soon became full with the seeds he was planting with his words aglow with the light of God. And it was good.
On the second day, talk of his sermon had already spread and now the crowd was much larger. Greedy feet trampled any seed that was spread the day before, for they saw his words not as mere carriers of the crop but something to be possessed. The message spread that he was speaking the word of God and those who wanted to know God needed to hear his words.
On the third day, it seemed like the whole of the village was present. The people had brought nets, seeking to catch his words with their nets. They couldn’t understand after they got home and spread them out in a jumble on their tables why the life force they contained earlier seemed to disappear. He had told them to leave their nets at home, for he didn’t care about words; only God.
On the fourth day, by order of the literary critics, special stenographers were brought in, for it was said that the power of the words were contained in their order. Painful care was taken to transcribe the words exactly, not to misplace a single word he spoke. And now the people could reread his words at home and quote them to others who had not been present during his speeches, for rumor was spreading that only through his mouth could you hear God directly. But somehow those who read the words in the town later that day were never moved to the same degree as those who were present with him; something beyond the words had been lost but no one was certain what it was. He told them to leave their transcribers home, for he didn’t care about words; only God.
On the fifth day, they came with recorders that could play back the words with the exact same intonations and inflections in which he gave them; with this they were confident they could capture the essence. And while people who listened to the recordings of his talks were moved, those who were present when the words were first shared noticed that the words on the tape, while the same, felt different than hearing them live. He told them to leave their recorders home, for he didn’t care about words; only God.
On the sixth day, they brought their cameras to video record his words. And now they were certain that they could finally attain the wild animal that had been eluding capture during their hunting expeditions. The large crowd filled the field with not a single space of land left bare for the sun to shine upon. But today his words were different. They didn’t seem as lofty or inspiring to the masses. A few started to shout out, “Where are the words of God? He is a false prophet!” He said that God never spoke through him, but instead God would fill him and inspire him to speak his own words. He said how all their efforts to capture his words left their eyes unable to see God where He resides, in man’s passion, that it was the excitement in his heart that was God’s presence and that the words were insignificant expressions of the man in honor of the God within. He said when God made man in His image, it was not a physical structure that he was creating to be confined in a factory form but a love and essence that he was setting free. He said how when God said, “Be fruitful and multiply” he was talking about filling the earth with passion, not progeny. They shouted for the old words he had spoken, asking him to dig up a corpse for they didn’t have the ears to hear the life he sang without melody. He said that when God was with him, every word that he made was good. But the shouts increased and some even threw stones. He told them to leave their concepts at home, for he didn’t care about words; only God.
On the seventh day, he was found dead. He had taken his own life. With his life went any possibility for any new words to be begotten from his mouth. He wished that others could feel God’s presence when he spoke. But for them God was not enough; what they wanted were words. And he didn’t care about words; only God.
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“Seen with superficial eyes, even one will seem to be two, and seen with insight two will become one.”
—Osho