This book is a very brief account of the life of a man who refused to be a guru, a leader, a teacher, though thousands of people came to listen to him, sought to follow him and hoped to be fundamentally transformed by his words. But his message was always that the word was not the thing, the description not the described. He likened himself to a wayfarer, who points out the way to one who seeks it. That, he said, was all. He refused steadfastly to be deified or worshipped. This small book is a condensation of the notes made by the author from the talks of J.K. she listened to and the books she read, the visits she made to the Krishnamurti schools and the conversations she had with the people close to him. The reader may discover in it that K's life and words are themselves an enquiry into the root causes of violence—and that, in the enquiry itself, perhaps, lies the answer.