What D.T. Suzuki did
for Zen, Buber has done for Hassidism. Both have done a tremendous service for
seekers. But Suzuki became enlightened; sorry to say, Buber could not.
Buber was a great writer, philosopher, thinker, but all those things are toys to
play with. Still, I pay my respects to him by including his name, because
without him the world would not have even known the word Hassid.
Buber was born into a Hassidic family. From his very childhood he was raised
among Hassids. It was in his very blood, bones, in his marrow, so when he
relates it, it sounds so true, although he is only describing what he has heard,
nothing more. He has heard correctly; that must be on record. Even to hear
correctly is very difficult, and then to report to the world at large is even
more difficult, but he has done it beautifully.
Suzuki is enlightened, Buber is not
- but Suzuki is not a great writer, Buber
is. Suzuki is an ordinary writer. Buber towers very high as far as the art of
writing is concerned. But Suzuki knows, and Buber knows not; he is only relating
the tradition in which he was brought up... of course, relating authentically.
Tales of Hassidism should be read by all seekers of truth. These tales, small
stories, have such a flavor. It is different from Zen, it is also different from
Sufism. It has its own flavor, unborrowed from anyone, uncopied, unimitated. The
Hassid loves, laughs, dances. His religion is not of celibacy, but of
celebration. That's why I find a bridge between my people and the Hassids. It is
not accidental that so many Jews have come to me; otherwise, I am always
shattering the heads of the Jews as much as I can... and still they know that I
love them. I love the essential in Judaism, that is Hassidism. Moses had not
heard of it of course, but he was a Hassid; whether he knew it or not does not
matter. I declare him to be a Hassid - and so I declare Buddha, Krishna, Nanak
and Mohammed. Hassidism came after Baal Shem. The word does not matter, the
spirit matters.
Martin Buber's second book, I and Thou, is his most famous work, the book for
which he was given the Nobel prize. Forgive me, but I disagree with it
completely. I mention it because it is a beautiful work, written artistically,
with great profundity and sincerity. But still there is no soul in it, because
the soul was missing in Buber himself. How could the poor man manage to bring it
into his book, his masterpiece?
I and Thou is very much respected by the Jews because they think it represents
their religion. It does not represent any religion at all, neither Jew nor Hindu;
it only represents the ignorance of the man called Martin Buber. But the man was
certainly an artist, a great genius. When a genius starts writing about
something of which he knows nothing, he can still produce a masterpiece.
I and Thou is basically wrong because Buber says it is a dialogue between man
and God. I and Thou! Nonsense! There cannot be any dialogue between man and
God, there can only be silence. Dialogue? What will you talk to God about? The
devaluation of the dollar? or Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini? What are you going to
have a dialogue with God about? There is nothing you can talk about. You can
simply be in a state of awe... utter silence.
There is no 'I' and there is no 'Thou' in that silence; hence I refute not only
the book but even the title. I and Thou? That means one remains still
separate. No, it is like a dewdrop slipping from a lotus leaf into the ocean.
The dewdrop disappears, or in other words becomes the ocean, but there is no I
and Thou. Either there is only I or there is only Thou. But when there is no I,
there cannot be any Thou, it won't have any meaning. If there is no Thou, there
can be no I either, so in fact there is only silence... this pause.... My being
silent for a moment says much more than what Martin Buber tries to say in I
and Thou, and fails. But even though it is a failure, it is a masterpiece.
It is not known that
even in the very traditional, orthodox Judaism there have been a few utterly
enlightened masters - even some who have gone beyond enlightenment. One of them
is Baal Shem Tov. I cannot forgive myself for not including him, and there is
nobody to whom I can ask forgiveness.
Baal Shem Tov. Tov was the name of his town. His name simply means 'Baal Shem
from the town of Tov'; so let us call him simply Baal Shem. I have spoken about
him because when I was speaking about Hassidism, I have not left anything
essential unspoken. I have spoken of Tao, of Zen, of Sufism, of Hassidism. I am
not a man of any tradition so I am free to move in any direction I decide to. I
don't even need a map.
Let me remind you again:
Baal Shem Tov has not written any treatise - treatise is a dirty word in the world of mysticism - but he told many beautiful stories, so beautiful that I would like to relate one of them to you just as an example so you can taste the quality of the man.
There are many things that can be said only through stories. Baal Shem has said
the fundamental: Do not ask and it shall be given. Do not ask - that is the
basic condition.
The Hassidism that arose out of Baal Shem's stories is the
most beautiful flowering that has ever happened. Jews have done nothing
comparable to Hassidism. Hassidism is a small current, but is still alive, still
flowing.
Why did I want to avoid it? If I say anything against the Jews
- as I have
always done and will go on doing.... But for the moment I don't want to say
anything against the Jews; only for the moment, just as if one is on holiday.
That is why I wanted to avoid this book.
There is only one beautiful sentence in it, that's all, so I can quote it. It
says: God is terrible. He is not your uncle, he is not nice. Only this sentence:
God is not nice, and is not your uncle - this I love. This is really great.
Otherwise the whole book is gibberish. It is altogether very primitive, to be
thrown away. Just save this one sentence when you are throwing it away. Write it
in your bedroom: God is not your uncle, he is not nice - remember! That will
bring you back to your senses when you start doing stupid things to your wife or
to your husband, your children, to your servants... or even to yourself.