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Chapter 24: I Sure Dig You, Man

They are diametrically opposite. The intelligence of the head is not intelligence at all. It is knowledgeability. 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 bio-computer. You can go on accumulating knowledge in it and whenever you need 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 blessing of the heart. And you will never know the grace that descends only through the heart, the God that enters only through the heart. You will never know prayer, you will never know poetry, you will never know love.

The intelligence of the heart creates poetry in your life, gives dance to your steps, makes your life a joy, a celebration, a festivity, a 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 where love grows, life grows, God 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.

You ask, “What is stupidity?” To live in the head is stupidity. To live in the heart and use the head whenever 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 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 more sensitive - nothing thrills them. The sun rises but nothing rises in them; they look at the sun empty-eyed. The 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; man thinks, never feels, and without feeling there is no flowering possible.

The Golden Flower that we have been talking about this whole month is there in you, waiting - waiting for centuries, for lives. When are you going to give attention to it so that it can bloom? And unless a man becomes a Golden Flower - what the yogis have called “the one-thousand-petaled lotus,” sahasrar - unless your life becomes an opening, one thousand petals open and the fragrance is released, you will have lived in vain - “a tale told by an idiot, full of fury and noise, signifying nothing.”

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