Intelligence is to relate with reality, unprepared. And the beauty of facing life unprepared is tremendous. Then life has a newness, a youth, then life has a flow and freshness. Then life has so many surprises. And when life has so many surprises, boredom never settles in you.
The stupid person is always bored. He is bored because of the answers that he has gathered from others and goes on repeating. He is bored because his eyes are so full of knowledge, he cannot see what is happening. He knows too much without knowing at all. He is not wise, he is only knowledgeable. When he looks at a roseflower, he does not look at this roseflower. All the roseflowers that he has read about, all the roseflowers that the poets have talked about, all the roseflowers that painters have painted and philosophers have discussed, and all the roseflowers that he had heard about, they are standing in his eyes – a great queue of memories, information. This roseflower that is there is lost in that queue, in that crowd – he cannot see it, he simply repeats. He says, “This roseflower is beautiful.” Those words are also not his own, not authentic, not sincere, not true. Somebody else’s voice…he is just playing a tape.
Stupidity is repetition, repeating others. It is cheap – cheap because you need not learn. Learning is arduous. It needs guts to learn. Learning means one has to be humble. Learning means one has to be ready to drop the old, one has to be constantly ready to accept the new. Learning means a non-egoistic state.
And one never knows where learning will lead you. One cannot predict about the learner. His life will remain unpredictable. He himself cannot predict what is going to happen tomorrow, where he will be tomorrow. He moves in a state of no-knowledge. Only when you live in a state of no-knowledge, a constant state of no-knowledge, do you learn. That’s why children learn beautifully; as they grow old they stop learning, because knowledge gathers and it is cheap to repeat it. Why bother? It is cheap, simple, to follow the pattern, to move in a circle. But then boredom settles. Stupidity and boredom go together.
The intelligent person is as fresh as dewdrops in the morning sun, as fresh as the stars in the night. You can feel his newness, so new, like a breeze. Intelligence is the capacity to be reborn again and again. To die to the past is intelligence, and to live in the present is intelligence.
And, you also ask, “What is the relationship of intelligence of the heart to the intelligence of the mind?”