The Master would often say that Silence alone brought transformation.
But no one could get him to define what Silence was. When asked he would laugh, then hold his forefinger up against his tightened lips — which only increased the bewilderment of his disciples.
One day there was a breakthrough when someone asked. “And how is one to arrive at this Silence that you speak of?”
The Master said something so simple that his disciples studied his face for a sign that he might be joking. He wasn’t. He said. “Wherever you may be, look when there is apparently nothing to see; listen when all is seemingly quiet.”
It was impossible to get the Master to speak of God or of things divine. “About God.” he said, “we can only know that what we know is nothing.”
One day he told of a man who deliberated long and anxiously before embarking on discipleship. “He came to study under me; with the result that he leamt nothing.”
Only a few of the disciples understood: What the Master had to teach could not be leamt. Nor taught. So all one could really learn from him was nothing.
To a pioneering spirit who was discouraged by frequent criticism the Master said, “Listen to the words of the critic. He reveals what your friends hide from you.”
But he also said. “Do not be weighed down by what the critic says. No statue was ever erected to honour a critic. Statues are for the criticized.”