UG Krishnamurti returned to America in late 1981, his first visit since 1960. He had lived for 5 years with his family in Chicago in the 1950's. For the first few months he would sometimes watch television for a few minutes.

"I'm interested in the advertisements, how they are selling. That's the real creativity. I don't care about the programs, except for Perry Mason."

One day my friend Bob came to visit UG and found him alone in the living room with the TV tuned to an old "I Love Lucy" program. They both sat for several minutes until Bob, bored with the program and puzzled as to UG's apparent interest, asked UG, "UG, could I just ask you something?"
"Yes, Bob."
"Well, you said that the thought process must come to an end before I can really see anything, and I want to know how...."
He never made it to the end of his question because UG had turned to him and was looking at him with his intense and penetrating eyes and waved off his question with a slight but authoritative movement of his hand.
"Bob, your questions are like throwing a pebble into a tranquil pond. The ripple you see is caused by you. Otherwise, nothing is happening here at all."