You cannot find truth;
it is not an object that you have to go somewhere and find.
It is your subjectivity;
it is your interiority.
By being patient,
silently waiting,
you suddenly come across yourself.
And the first taste of oneself is so tremendous that one cannot go back;
one wants to go deeper and deeper into oneself.
But it is a different kind of pilgrimage:
you have not to do anything; you have just to be silent,
allow things to settle on their own.
OSHO