“That’s it?”
Because in that nothing, they felt everything. Nothing Ever Happened -life of Papaji-
And every morning, he would smile—a smile that looked like a crack in a dry riverbed—and say: “Nothing.” “That’s it
All of it, still happening. None of it, ever new. “Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment, chop wood, carry water. And if anyone asks what happened—smile and say: Nothing at all.” — Papaji (probably) “That’s it?” Because in that nothing
The secret—if you can call it that—was simple:
He lived in a crumbling house on the edge of a town that had no train station. Every morning, the townspeople would ask him the same question: “Papaji, what happened today?”
“Papaji, tell me the most important thing that ever happened to you.”