Nobody seems bothered about it because it is not a book of any particular religion. It is not even a book of the Buddhists, because he was never a formal disciple of Buddha. People pay so much respect to the form that they forget the spirit. I recommend the book to all true seekers. They will find a mine of diamonds.
Fifth, I want to bring J. Krishnamurti back to your notice again. The name of the book is Commentaries on Living. There are many volumes of it. It is made of the same stuff stars are made from.
Commentaries on Living is his diary. Once in a while he writes something in his diary…a beautiful sunset, an ancient tree, or just the evening…birds coming back home…anything…a river rushing to the ocean…whatever he feels, he sometimes notes it down. That’s how this book was born. It is not written systematically, it is a diary. Yet to just read it is enough to transport you to another world – the world of beauty, or far better, beautitude. Can you see my tears?
I have not read for some time, but just the mention of this book is enough to bring tears to my eyes. I love the book. It is one of the greatest books ever written. I have said before that Krishnamurti’s First and Last Freedom is his best book, which he has not been able to transcend – of course not as a book, because Commentaries is only a diary, not a book in the real sense, but all the same I include it.
Sixth…is my number correct?
So good to hear “Yes, Osho.” Just to hear yes is so good, so nourishing, so vitalizing. I cannot be thankful enough for it. And I have thousands of sannyasins around the world singing “Yes, Osho, yes!” I must consider myself the most fortunate man who has ever been on the earth, or any other planet.
Sixth…the sixth book is again called Commentaries, an immense work of five volumes by Maurice Nicoll. Remember, I have always pronounced his name Morris Nickoal. Just this evening I asked Gudia what is the real, exact, proper English pronunciation – because he was an Englishman. She said, “Nickle.”
I said, “My God! My whole life I have been calling him Nickoal, just because of the spelling: N-i-c-o-l-l. I wonder how it can be pronounced Nickle. Nickoal seems to be just the right pronunciation. But right or wrong, if Gudia says so – she is properly English – then I will say okay. I will call him Morris Nickle…and his Commentaries.
Nicoll was a disciple of Gurdjieff, and unlike Ouspensky he never betrayed, he was not a Judas. A true disciple to the very last breath and beyond it too. The commentaries of Nicoll are vast – I don’t think anybody reads them – thousands and thousands of pages. But if one takes the trouble one is immensely benefited. In my opinion Nicoll’s Commentaries should be considered as one of the best books in the world.