Intelligence is gift of Nature by -Osho

Intelligence is the gift of God

 

 

    Intelligence is intrinsic to life. Intelligence is a natural quality of life. Just as fire is hot and air is invisible and water flows downward, so is life intelligent. Intelligence is not an achievement. You are born intelligent. Trees are intelligent in their own way; they have enough intelligence for their own life. Birds are intelligent, so are animals. In fact, what religions mean by God is only this—that the universe is intelligent, that there is intelligence hidden every-where . And if you have eyes to see, you can see it every-where . Life is intelligence. Only man has become unintelligent. Man has damaged the natural flow of life. Except in man, there is no unintelligence. Have you ever seen a bird you can call stupid? Have you ever seen an animal you can call idiotic? No , such things happen only to man. Something has gone wrong. Man's intelligence has been damaged, corrupted, has been crippled.

 

     And meditation is nothing but the undoing of that damage. Meditation will not be needed at all if man is left alone. If the priest and the politician do not interfere with man's intelligence, there will be no need for any meditation. Meditation is medicinal first you have to create the disease, and then meditation is needed. If the disease is not there, meditation is not needed. And it is not accidental that the words medicine and meditation come from the same root. It is medicinal.

 

    Each child is born intelligent, and the moment the child is born , we pounce upon him and start destroying his intelligence, because intelligence is dangerous to the political structure, to the social structure, to the religious structure. It is dangerous to the pope, it is dangerous to the priest, it is dangerous to the leader. It is dangerous to the status quo, the establishment. Intelligence is naturally rebellious. Intelligence cannot be forced into any servitude. Intelligence is very assertive, individual. Intelligence cannot be forced into a mechanical limitation.

 

    People have to be converted to carbon copies; their originality has to be destroyed, otherwise all the nonsense that has existed on the earth would be impossible. You need a leader because first you have been made unintelligent—otherwise there would be no need for any leader. Why should you follow anybody? You will follow your intelligence. If somebody wants to become a leader, then one thing has to be done: Your intelligence has to be destroyed somehow. You have to be shaken from your very roots, you have to be made afraid. You have to be made unconfident in yourself—that is a must. Only then can the leader come in.

 

    If you are intelligent, you will solve your problems yourself. Intelligence is enough to solve all the problems. In fact, whatsoever problems are created in life, you have more intelligence than those problems. It is a provision; it is a gift of nature. But there are ambitious people who want to rule, dominate; there are ambitious madmen—they create fear in you. Fear is like rust: It destroys all intelligence. If you want to destroy somebody's intelligence, the first thing needed is to create fear: Create hell and make people afraid. When people are afraid of hell, they will go and bow down to the priest. They will listen to the priest. If they don't listen to the priest the n they will face hellfire—naturally they are afraid. They have to protect themselves from hellfire, and the priest is needed. The priest becomes a must.

 

    I have heard about two men who were partners in a business. Their business was very unique and they used to travel around the country. One partner would go into a town, and in the night he would go around and throw coal tar on people's windows, and then disappear by morning. After two or three days, the other would come. He would offer to clean the coal tar from people's windows. And people would pay, of course—they had to pay. They were partners in the same business. One would do the damage; the other would come to undo it.

 

    Fear has to be created, and greed has to be created. Intelligence is not greedy. You will be surprised to know that an intelligent man is never greedy. Greed is part of unintelligence. You hoard for tomorrow because you are not confident that tomorrow you will be able to tackle your life, otherwise why hoard? You become misers, you become greedy, because you don't know whether tomorrow your intelligence will be capable of coping with life or not. Who knows? You are not confident about your intelligence so you hoard, you become greedy. An intelligent person is not afraid, is not greedy.

 

    Greed and fear go together—that's why heaven and hell go together. Hell is fear, heaven is greed. Create fear in people and create greed in people—make them as greedy as possible. Make them so greedy that life cannot satisfy them, and then they will go to the priest and to the leader. Then they will start fantasizing about some future life where their foolish desires and stupid fantasies will be fulfilled. Watch it—to demand the impossible is to be unintelligent.

 

    An intelligent person is perfectly satisfied with the possible. He works for the probable; he never works for the impossible and the improbable, no. He looks at life and its limitations. He is not a perfectionist. A perfectionist is neurotic. If you are a perfectionist you will become neurotic.

 

    For example, if you love a woman and you ask absolute fidelity, you will go mad and she will go mad. This is not possible. Absolute fidelity means she will not even think, she will not even dream of another man — this is not possible. Who are you? Why has she fallen in love with you? Because you are a man. If she can fall in love with you, why can't she think of others? That possibility remains open. And how is she going to manage if she sees some beautiful person walking by and a desire arises in her? Even to say "This man is beautiful "is to desire—the desire has entered. You only say that something is beautiful when you feel it is worthy of being possessed, of being enjoyed. You are not indifferent.

 

    Now if you ask absolute fidelity—as people have asked—then there is bound to be conflict, and you will remain suspicious. And you will remain suspicious because you know your mind, too—you think of other women , so how can you trust that your woman is not thinking of other men ? You know what you are thinking, so you know she is thinking the same things. Now distrust arises, conflict, agony. The love that was possible has become impossible because of an impossible desire.

 

    People ask that which cannot be done . You want security for the future, which is not possible. You want absolute security for tomorrow—it cannot be guaranteed; it is not in the nature of life. An intelligent person knows that it is not in the nature of life. The future remains open—the bank can go bankrupt, the wife can escape with somebody else, the husband can die, the children may prove unworthy. Who knows about tomorrow? You may fall ill, you may become crippled. Who knows about tomorrow?

 

    To ask security for tomorrow means to remain in constant fear. Security is not possible, so when you are afraid of insecurity, your fear cannot be destroyed. Fear will be there, you will be trembling—and meanwhile the present moment is being missed. With the desire for security in the future you are destroying the present, which is the only life available. And more and more will you become shaken, afraid, greedy.

 

    A child is born; a child is a very, very open phenomenon, utterly intelligent. But we jump upon him, we start destroying his intelligence. We start creating fear in him. You call it teaching, you call it making the child capable of coping with life. He is unafraid, and you create fear in him.

 

    And your schools, colleges, universities—they all make him more and more unintelligent. They demand foolish things. They demand foolish things to be memorized, things in which the child and his natural intelligence cannot see any point. For what? That child cannot see the point. Why cram these things into his head? But the university says, the college says, the home, the family, the well-wishers say, "Cram! You don't know now, but later on you will know why it is needed. "

 

    Cram history, all the nonsense that people have been doing to other people, all the madness—study it! And the child cannot see the point. What does it matter when a certain king ruled England, from what date to what date? But he has to memorize those stupid things. Naturally, his intelligence becomes more and more burdened, crippled. More and more dust collects on his intelligence. By the time a person comes back from the university, he is unintelligent—the university has done its job. It is very rare that someone can graduate from the university and still remain intelligent. Very few people have been able to escape the university, to avoid it, pass through the university and yet save their intelligence—very rarely. It is such a great mechanism to destroy you.

 

    The moment you become educated, you have become unintelligent. Can't you see this? The educated person behaves very unintelligently. Go to the primitive people who have never been educated, and you will find a pure intelligence functioning.

 

    I have heard . . . A woman was trying to open a tin, and she could not figure out how to do it. So she went to look in the cookbook. By the time she looked into the book , the cook had opened it. She came back, and she was surprised. She asked the cook, "How did you do it?"

 

    He said, "Lady, when you don't know how to read, you have to use your intelligence! "

 

    Yes, it is right. When you don't know how to read you have to use your intelligence. What else can you do? The moment you start reading— those three dangerous Rs, when you have become capable in them—you need not be intelligent, the books will take care of it.

 

    Have you watched it? When a person starts typing, his handwriting is lost; then his handwriting is no longer beautiful. There is no need: The typewriter takes care of it. If you carry a calculator in your pocket, you will forget all mathematics—there is no need. Sooner or later everybody will be carrying small computers. They will have all the information of an Encyclopedia Britannica, and then there will be no need for you to be intelligent at all; the computer will take care of it.

 

    Go to the primitive people, the uneducated people, the villagers, and you will find a subtle intelligence. Yes, they are not very informed, that is true. They are not knowledgeable, that is true—but they are tremendously intelligent. Their intelligence is like a flame with no smoke around it.

 

    The society has done something wrong with the human being—for certain reasons. It wants you to be slaves; it wants you to be always afraid. It wants you to be always greedy, it wants you to be always ambitious, it wants you to be always competitive. It wants you to be unloving; it wants you to be full of anger and hatred. It wants you to remain weak, imitative—carbon copies. It does not want you to become original and unique and rebellious, no. That's why your intelligence has been destroyed.

 

    Meditation is needed only to undo what the society has done. Meditation is negative: It simply negates the damage, it destroys the illness. And once the illness has gone, your well-being asserts itself of its own accord.

 

    In the last century it has gone too far: Universal education has been a calamity. And remember, I am not against education, I am against this education. There is a possibility of a different kind of education which will be helpful in sharpening your intelligence, not destroying it; which will not burden it with unnecessary facts, which will not burden it with unnecessary knowledge, which will not burden it at all, but rather will help it to become more radiant, fresh, young .

 

    This education only makes you capable of memorizing. That education will make you capable of more clarity. This education destroys your inventiveness. That education will help you to become more inventive.

 

    For example, the education that I would like in the world will not require a child to answer in the old stereotyped way. It will not encourage repetition, parroting. It will encourage inventiveness. Even if the invented answer is not as right as the copied answer can be, still it will appreciate the child who has brought a new answer to an old problem. Certainly the child's answer cannot be as right as Socrates' answer—naturally, a small child's answer cannot be as exact as that of Albert Einstein. But to ask that the child's answer should be as right as that of Albert Einstein is foolish. If the child is inventive, he or she is moving in the right direction; one day the child will become an Albert Einstein. If he is trying to create something new naturally, he has his limitations, but just his effort in trying to create something new should be appreciated, should be praised.

 

    Education should not be competitive. People should not be judged against each other. Competitiveness is very violent and very destructive.

 

    Somebody is not good at mathematics and you call him mediocre. And he may be good at carpentry, but nobody looks at that. Somebody is not good at literature and you call her stupid—and she will be good at music, at dance.

 

    A real education will help people to find their life where they can be fully alive. If a child is born to be a carpenter, then that is the right thing for him to do. There should be nobody to enforce anything else. This world can become such a great, intelligent world if a child is allowed to be himself or herself, helped, supported in every way, an d nobody interferes. In fact, nobody manipulates the child. If the child wants to become a dancer, then that is good—dancers are needed. Much dance is needed in the world. If the child wants to become a poet, good. Much poetry is needed; there is never enough. If the child wants to become a carpenter or a fisherman, perfectly good. If the child wants to become a woodcutter—perfectly good. There is no need to become a president or a prime minister. In fact, fewer people will become interested in those targets; it will be a blessing.

 

    Right now everything is topsy-turvy. One who wanted to become a carpenter has become a doctor; one who wanted to become a doctor has become a carpenter. Everybody is in somebody else's place, hence so much unintelligence—everybody is doing somebody else's job. Once you start seeing it, you will understand why people are behaving unintelligently.

 

    In India we have been meditating deeply, and we have found one word: Swadharma, self-nature. That carries the greatest implication for a future world. Krishna has said, Swadharme nadhanam shreyah; "It is good to die in your own self-nature, following your self-nature. "Per dharmo bavaha baha; "Somebody else's nature is very dangerous. "Don't become an imitator. Just be yourself.

 

    I have heard . . . Bill always wanted to go moose hunting so he saved up enough money and went to the north woods. There he was fitted out with necessary equipment and the storekeeper advised him to hire Pierre, the greatest moose caller in the land.

 

    "It's true, "said the storekeeper, "that Pierre is expensive, but he has a sexy quality in his call that no moose can resist."

 

    "Ho w does that work? " asked Bill.

 

    "Well, "said the other, "Pierre will spot a moose at three hundred yards, then cup his hands and make his first call. When the moose hears that, he will become excited with anticipatory desire and approach to two hundred yards. Pierre will then call again, putting a bit more oomph into it, and the moose will skip with eager glee to a distance of a hundred yards. This time Pierre really gives his call a sexy delivery, prolonging it a bit, which impels the moose, agitated with carnal intent, to come to a point only twenty-five yards away from you. And that is the time, my friend, for you to aim and shoot. "

 

    "Suppose I miss?" wondered Bill.

 

    "Oh, that would be terrible! " said the other.

 

    "Bu t why? " asked Bill.

 

   "Because then poor Pierre gets mated.

 

   "That has happened to man—imitating, imitating. Man has completely lost the vision of his own reality. The Zen people say: Seek out your original face. Find out what is your authenticity. Who are you? If you don't know who you are, you will always be in some accident— always. Your life will be a long series of accidents, and whatever happens it will never be satisfying. Discontent will be the only taste of your life. You can see it around you. Why do so many people look so dull, bored, just passing the days somehow? Passing tremendously valuable time which they will not be able to recover—and passing with such dullness, as if only waiting for death. What has happened to so many people? Why don't they have the same freshness as the trees? Why doesn't man have the same song as the birds? What has happened to human beings? One thing has happened: Man has been imitating. Man has been trying to become somebody else. Nobody is at home. Everybody is knocking at somebody else's door; hence discontent, dullness, boredom, anguish.

 

    An intelligent person will try just to be himself, whatsoever the cost. An intelligent person will never copy, will never imitate. He will never parrot. An intelligent person will listen to his own intrinsic call. He will feel his own being and move accordingly, whatsoever the risk.

 

    There is risk! When you copy others there is less risk. When you don't copy anybody you are alone—there is risk! But life happens only to those who live dangerously. Life happens only to those who are adventurous, who are courageous, almost daredevils—only to them does life happen. Life does not happen to lukewarm people.

 

    Intelligence is trust in your own being. Intelligence is adventure, thrill, joy. Intelligence is to live in this moment, not to hanker for the future. Intelligence is not to think of the past and not to bother about the future—the past is no more, the future is not yet. Intelligence is to make the utmost use of the present moment that is available. The future will come out of it. If this moment has been lived in delight and joy, the next moment is going to be born out of it. It will bring more jo y naturally, but there is no need to bother about it. If my today has been golden, my tomorrow will be even more golden. From where will it come? It will grow out of today.

 

    If this life has been a benediction, my next life will be a higher benediction. From where can it come? It will grow out of me, out of my lived experience. So an intelligent person is not concerned about heaven and hell, is not concerned about the afterlife, is not concerned even about God, is not concerned even about the soul. An intelligent person simply lives intelligently, and God and the soul and heaven and nirvana all follow naturally.

 

    You live in belief; belief is unintelligent. Live through knowing; knowing is intelligence. And intelligence is meditation.

 

    Unintelligent people also meditate, but certainly they meditate in an unintelligent way. They think that you have to go to the church every Sunday for one hour—that hour is to be given to religion. This is an unintelligent way to be related to religion. What has the church to do with it? Your real life is in the six days. Sunday is not your real day. You will live no religiously for six days, and then you go to the church just for one or two hours? Whom are you trying to deceive? Trying to deceive God that you are a churchgoer . . .

 

    Or, if you try a little harder, then every day for twenty minutes in the morning, twenty in the evening, you do transcendental meditation. You sit with closed eyes and you repeat a mantra in a very stupid way—"Om , Om , Om"—which dulls the mind even more . To repeat a mantra mechanically takes your intelligence away. It does not give you intelligence, it is like a lullaby.

 

     Down the centuries, mothers have known this. Whenever a child is restless and does not want to go to sleep, the mother comes and sings a lullaby. The child feels bored, and the child cannot escape. Where to go? The mother is holding him on the bed. The only way to escape is in sleep. So he goes to sleep; he simply surrenders. He says, "It is foolish to be awake now, because she is doing such a boring thing, she goes on repeating just a single line.

 

    "There are stories that mothers and grandmothers tell to children when they don't go to sleep. If you look into these stories, you will find a certain pattern of constant repetition. Just the other day I was reading a story told by a grandmother to a small child who does not want to go to sleep, because he does not feel like sleeping right now. His intelligence says that he is perfectly awake, but the grandmother is forcing him. She has other things to do—the child is not important.

 

     Children are very puzzled, things look very absurd. When they want to sleep in the morning , everybody wants to wake the m up. When they don't want to go to sleep, everybody is forcing them to sleep. They become very puzzled. What is the matter with these people? When sleep comes, good—that is intelligence. When it is not coming, it is perfectly good to be awake.

 

     So this old grandmother is telling a story. At first the child remains interested, but by and by . . . Any intelligent child will feel bored, only a stupid child will not feel bored.

 

     The story is:

 

     A man goes to sleep and dreams that he is standing before a great palace. And in the palace there are one thousand and one rooms. So he goes from one room to another—one thousand rooms—then he reaches the last room. And there is a beautiful bed, so he falls on the bed, falls asleep and dreams . . . that he is standing at the door of a big palace which has one thousand and one rooms. So he goes into one thousand rooms, then he reaches the one thousand and first rooms. Again there is a beautiful bed, so he goes to sleep . . . and dreams that he is standing before a palace. . . . This is the way it goes!

 

     Now, how long can the child remain alert? Just out of sheer boredom the child falls asleep. He is saying, "Now be finished!"

 

       A mantra does the same. You repeat, "Ram, Ram . . . Om , Om . . . Allah, Allah"—or anything. You go on repeating, you go on repeating. Now you are doing two jobs: both the grandmother's and the child's. Your intelligence is like the child, and you’re learning of the mantra is like the grandmother. The child tries to stop you, gets interested in other things, thinks of beautiful things—beautiful women, beautiful scenes. But you catch him red-handed and bring him again to "Om, Om, Om. " By and by, your inner child feels that it is futile to struggle; the inner child goes to sleep.

 

      Yes, the mantra can give you a certain sleep: It is an auto hypnotic sleep. There is nothing wrong in it if sleep is difficult for you—if you suffer from insomnia it is good. But it has nothing to do with spirituality; it is a very unintelligent way to meditate. Then what is the intelligent way to meditate? Th e intelligent way is to bring intelligence into everything that you do. Walking, walk intelligently, with awareness. Eating, eat intelligently, with awareness.

 

    Do you remember ever eating intelligently? Ever thinking about what you are eating? Is it nutritious? Has it any nutritional value, or are you just stuffing yourself without any nourishment? Have you ever watched what you do? You go on smoking . Then intelligence is needed—what are you doing? Just taking in smoke and throwing it out, and meanwhile destroying your lungs.

 

    And what are you really doing? Wasting money, wasting health. Bring intelligence in while you are smoking, while you are eating. Bring intelligence in when you go and make love to your woman or to your man. What are you doing? Have you really any love?

 

    Sometimes you make love out of habit. Then it is ugly, and then it is immoral. Love has to be very conscious, only then it becomes prayer. While making love to your woman, what exactly are you doing? Using the woman's body to throw some energy that has become too much for you? Or are you paying respect, are you loving to the woman, do you have some reverence for the woman? I don't see it. Husbands don't respect their wives, they use them. Wives use their husbands, they don't respect them. If reverence does not arise out of love, the n intelligence is missing somewhere. Otherwise you will feel tremendously grateful to the other, and your lovemaking will become a great meditation. Whatever you are doing, bring the quality of intelligence into it.

 

    Do it intelligently: That's what meditation is. Intelligence has to spread all over your life. It is not a Sunday thing, and you cannot do it for twenty minutes and then forget about it. Intelligence has to be just like breathing. Whatever you are doing—small, big, whatsoever, cleaning the floor—can be done intelligently or unintelligently. And you know that when you do it unintelligently there is no Joy—you are doing a duty; carrying the burden of it somehow.

 

    It happened in a church-school class of ninth-grade girls. The class was studying Christian love and what it might mean to them and their lives. They finally decided that Christian love meant "doing something lovable for someone you didn't like." Children are very intelligent. Their conclusion is perfectly right. Listen to it again. They finally decided that Christian love meant "doing something lovable for someone you didn't like." The teacher suggested that during the week they might test out their concept. When they returned the following week, the teacher asked for reports. One girl raised her hand and said, "I've done something! " The teacher replied, "Marvelous! What did you do? " "Well, " the girl said, "in my math class at school there is this glunky kid— " "Glunky ....-? " "Yes, you know . . . glunky. She's got four heads, and she's all thumbs, and she's got three left feet, and when she comes down the hall in school, everyone says, 'Here comes that glunky kid again.' She doesn't have any friends, and nobody asks her to parties, and you know, she's just glunky." The teacher said, " I think I know just what you mean. So what did you do? " "Well, this glunky kid's in my math class, and she's having a tough time. I'm pretty good in math so I offered to help her with homework. "

 

        "Wonderful, " said the teacher. "And what happened? ““Well, I did help her, and it was fun, and she just couldn't thank me enough, but now, I can't get rid of her! " If you are doing something just as a duty—you don't love it, and you are doing it just as a duty—sooner or later you will be caught in it and you will be in a difficulty about how to get rid of it. Just watches in your twenty-four-hour day, how many things you are doing that you don’t derive any pleasure from, that don’t help your growth. In fact, you want to get rid of them. If you are doing too many things in your life that you really want to get rid of, you are living unintelligently. An intelligent person will make his or her life in such a way that it will have poetry of spontaneity, of love, of joy. It is your life, and if you are not kind enough to yourself, who is going to be kind enough to you? If you are wasting your life, it is nobody else's responsibility. I teach you to be responsible toward yourself—that is your first responsibility. Everything else comes next. You are the very center of your world, of your existence. So, be intelligent. Bring in the quality of intelligence. And the more intelligent you become, the more capable you will be of bringing more intelligence into your life. Each single moment can become so luminous with intelligence. . . . Then there is no need for any religion, no need to meditate , no need to go to the church , no need to go to any temple, no need for anything extra. Life in its intrinsicness is intelligent. Just live totally, harmoniously, in awareness, and everything else follows beautifully. A life of celebration follows the luminousness of intelligence.                                    

 

THE POETRY OF THE HEART

 

The intelligence of the head is not intelligence at all; it is knowledgeabillty. The intelligence of the heart is the intelligence, the only intelligence there is. The head is simply an accumulator. It is always old, it is never new, it is never original. It is good for certain purposes: For filing it is perfectly good! And in life one needs this--many things have to be remembered. The mind, the head, is a biocomputer. You can go on accumulating knowledge in it and whenever you need it you can take it out. It is good for mathematics, good for calculation, good for the day-to-day life, the marketplace. But if you think this is your whole life then you will remain stupid. You will never know the beauty of feeling and you will never know the blessings of the heart. You will never know the grace that descends only through the heart, the godliness that enters only through the heart. You will never know prayer, you will never know poetry, and you will never know love.

 

  The intelligence of the heart creates poet y in your life, gives a dance to your steps, and makes your life a joy, a celebration, a festivity, laughter. It gives you a sense of humor. It makes you capable of love, of sharing. That is true life. The life that is lived from the head is a mechanical life. You become a robot --maybe very efficient. Robots are very efficient; machines are more efficient than man. You can earn much through the head, but you will not live much. You may have a better standard of living but you won't have any life.

       Life is of the heart. Life can only grow through the heart. It is the soil of the heart w h e r e love grows, life grows, spirit grows. All that is beautiful, all that is really valuable, all that is meaningful, significant, comes through the heart. The heart is your very center; the head is just your periphery. To live in the head is to live on the circumference without ever becoming aware of the beauties and the treasures of the center.

 

To live on the periphery is stupidity. To live in the head is stupidity. To live in the heart and use the head whenever it is needed is intelligence. But the center, the master, is at the very core of your being.

 

      The master is the heart, and the head is just a servant--this is intelligence. When the head becomes the master and forgets all about the heart that is stupidity.

 

      It is up to you to choose. Remember, the head as a slave is a beautiful slave, of much utility. But as a master it is a dangerous master and will destroy your whole life, will poison your whole life. Look around! People's lives are absolutely poisoned, poisoned by the head. They cannot feel, they are no longer sensitive, nothing thrills them. The sun rises but nothing rises in them; they look at the sun empty-eyed. T h e sky becomes full of the stars--the marvel, the mystery!--but nothing stirs in their hearts, no song arises. Birds sing--man has forgotten to sing. Clouds come in the sky and the peacocks dance, and man does not know how to dance. He has become a cripple. Trees bloom--and man thinks, never feels, and without feeling there is no flowering possible.

 

      Watch, scrutinize, observe, have another look at your life. Nobody else is going to help you. You have depended on others so long; that's why you have become stupid. Now, take care; it is your own responsibility. You owe it to yourself to have a deep, penetrating look at w h a t you are doing w i t h your life. Is there any poetry in your heart? If it is not there, then don't waste time. Help your heart to weave and spin poetry. Is there any romance in your life or not? If there is not, then you are already in your grave.

 

      Com e out of it! Let life have something of the romantic in it, something like adventure. Explore! Millions of beauties and splendors are waiting for you. You go on moving around and around, never entering into the temple of life. The door is the heart.

 

      The real intelligence is of the heart. It is not intellectual; it is emotional. It is not like thinking, it is like feeling. It is not logic, it is love.

 

      Love is available only to those who go on sharpening their intelligence. Love is not for the mediocre . . . love is not for the unintelligent.

 

                                                    

                                    

T h e unintelligent person may become a great intellectual. In fact unintelligent people try to become intellectuals; that are their way of hiding their unintelligence. Love is not for the intellectual. Love needs a totally different kind of talent--a talented heart, not a talented head.

 

      Love has its o w n intelligence, its own way of seeing, perceiving, its own way of understanding life, its own way of comprehending the mystery of existence. The poet is far closer to it than the philosopher. And the mystic is exactly inside the temple. The poet is on the steps and the philosopher is just outside. At the most he can approach the driveway, but never the steps. He goes on round and round. He goes on moving around the temple, studying the outer walls of the temple, and becomes so enchanted that he forgets completely that the outer walls are not the real temple and that the deity is inside.

 

      The poet reaches the door, but the door is so beautiful that he becomes hypnotized. He thinks he has arrived-- what more can there be? The philosopher is lost in guessing what is inside. He never goes there, he simply thinks, philosophizes. The poet tries to penetrate into the mystery but gets hooked near the door. T h e mystic enters into the very innermost sanctum of the temple.

 

    The way is love, and the way is a loving intelligence. When love and intelligence meet together you create the space in which all that is possible to a human being can become actual. A loving intelligence is what is needed. Intelligence alone becomes intellectual; love alone becomes sentimentality, but a loving intelligence never becomes intellectuality or sentimentality. It gives you a new kind of integrity, a new crystallization.

 

                                                      

                           AN OPENNESS OF BEING

 

Intelligence is just an openness of being--capacity to see without prejudice, capacity to listen without interference, capacity to be with things without any priori ideas about them--that's what intelligence is. Intelligence is an openness of being.

 

      That's why it is so utterly different from intellectuality. Intellectuality is just the opposite of intelligence. The intellectual person is constantly carrying prejudices, information, a priori beliefs, and knowledge. He cannot listen; before you have said anything, he has already concluded. Whatsoever you say has to pass through so many thoughts in his mind that by the time it reaches him it is something totally different. Great distortion happens in him, and he is very closed, almost blind and deaf. All experts, knowledgeable people, are blind.

 

      Do you know the old story of the five blind people going to see an elephant?

 

      A teacher was telling her students, small girls and boys, this ancient fable. She told the whole story, and then she asked a small boy, "Can you tell me who the people were who went to see the elephant and then started quarreling?" She wanted to know whether the boy had listened while she was teaching the story.

 

      And the boy stood up and said, "Yes, I know. They were the experts."

 

She was thinking he would answer, "They were five blind people." But the small boy said, "Those were the experts." He is far more right; yes, they were experts. All experts are blind. Expertise means you become blind to everything else. You know more and more about less and less, and then one day you arrive at the ultimate goal of knowing all about nothing. Then you are completely closed and not even a window is open; then you have become windowless.

 

      This is unintelligence. Intelligence is to be open to wind, rain, and sun, to be open to all. Not to carry the past is intelligence, to die to the past every moment is intelligence, to remain fresh and innocent is intelligence.

 

 

      Donald was driving his sports car down the main avenue when suddenly he noticed to his rear a flashing red light. It was a police car.

 

             Quickly Donald pulled over to the side. "Officer," he blurted, "I was only doing twenty-five in a thirty-five-mile zone."

 

             "Sir," said the officer, "I just--"

             "Furthermore," interrupted Donald indignantly, "as a citizen I resent being frightened like this!"

             "Please," continued the officer, "calm down, relax--"

             "Relax!" shouted Donald, overwrought. "You're going to give me a traffic ticket, and you want me to relax!"

             "Mister," pleaded the officer, "give me a chance to talk. I am not giving you a ticket."

             "No?” said Donald, astonished.

             "I just wanted to inform you that your right rear tire is flat."

 

      But nobody is ready to listen to what the other is saying. Have you ever listened to what the other is saying? Before a word is uttered, you have already concluded. Your conclusions have become fixed; you are no longer liquid.

 

      To become frozen is to become idiotic, to remain liquid is to remain intelligent. Intelligence is always flowing like a river. Unintelligence is like an ice cube, frozen. Unintelligence is always consistent, because it is frozen. It is definite, it is certain. Intelligence is inconsistent, it is flowing. It has no definition; it goes on moving according to situations. It is responsible, but it is not consistent.

 

       Only stupid people are consistent people. The more intelligent you are, the more inconsistent you will be--because who knows about tomorrow? Tomorrow will bring its o w n experiences. H o w can you be consistent with your yesterdays? If you are dead you will be consistent. If you are alive you have to be in consistent -- you have grown, the world has changed, the river is flowing into new territory.

 

    

      Yesterday the river was passing through a desert, today it is passing through a forest; it is totally different. Yesterday's experience should not become your definition forever; otherwise you died yesterday. One should be able to go on moving with time. One should remain a process; one should never become a thing. That is intelligence.