The heart-oriented man can become a poet, but of what use is a poet? Of what use is poetry? A heart-oriented man can become a musician, but of what use is music? A heart-oriented person can become a lover, but the world does not need lovers. It needs soldiers; it needs people to kill and to be killed. It needs butchers. It needs mad people. It does not need sane people, who love, who live – who live peacefully and who help others to live peacefully. The world does not believe in rose flowers. It believes in swords, in rifles in atom bombs.
Intellect has been very destructive. I am not saying that intellect has to be dropped completely. That will be foolish. Intellect has to be used – but not as a master, rather as a slave. The mind is very beautiful as a slave, but it is a very lousy master. Never make the intellect your master. Use it. It is a beautiful instrument, a biocomputer. No computer yet made by man is so delicate, so evolved as the human mind. The human mind is such a beautiful, delicate mechanism. It can be of much use, but it should be in the service of love.
The head should be in the service of the heart; then you are really intelligent. Remember the difference. I don’t call an intellectual an intelligent person. An intelligent person is one whose intellect is in the service of the heart, whose logic is in the service of love, whose reason is in the service of life, which is more than reason. Otherwise your so-called intellectuals are just stupid people.
Five men are on a military plane crossing the North Atlantic – President Jimmy Carter, former President Ford, Kissinger, a Catholic priest, and a hippie….
Maybe the hippie was my sannyasin.
…The plane is suddenly buffeted by a thunderstorm and the pilot rushes into the passenger section. “We have just been hit by a lightning bolt. The co-pilot is dead. Our power is gone. Here are four parachutes. Decide among yourselves who will use them.”…
There are five persons and four parachutes.
…With that, the pilot bails out.
President Carter speaks first: “I have the burden of the whole free world on my shoulder. I am sure you will agree I must carry on.” He dons a parachute and bails out.
Ford speaks up: “I have never done any harm to anyone. Besides, I have a golf date.” And he bails out.
Henry Kissinger declares: “I am sure you will agree that I am the smartest man in the world. Obviously I must be spared.” And he jumps.
The priest turns to the hippie, “I have led a full life. I am not afraid to meet my maker. Go ahead, my son, and take the last parachute.”