The first question:
What exactly is intelligence, and what is the relation of the intelligence of the heart to the intelligence of the mind?
Intelligence is the inborn capacity to see, to perceive. Every child is born intelligent, then made stupid by the society. We educate him in stupidity. Sooner or later he graduates in stupidity.
Intelligence is a natural phenomenon – just as breathing is, just as seeing is. Intelligence is the inner seeing, it is intuitive. It has nothing to do with intellect, remember. Never confuse intellect with intelligence. They are polar opposites. Intellect is of the head: it is taught by others, it is imposed on you, you have to cultivate it, it is borrowed. It is something foreign, it is not inborn. But intelligence is inborn. It is your very being, your very nature. All animals are intelligent. They are not intellectuals, true, but they are all intelligent. Trees are intelligent, the whole existence is intelligent, and each child born is born intelligent. Have you ever come across a child who is stupid? It is impossible! But to come across a grown-up person who is intelligent is very rare. Something goes wrong in between.
I would like you to listen to this beautiful story. It may help. The story is called “The Animal School.”
The animals got together in the forest one day and decided to start a school. There was a rabbit, a bird, a squirrel, a fish and an eel, and they formed a Board of Directors. The rabbit insisted that running be in the curriculum, the bird insisted that flying be in the curriculum, the fish insisted that swimming had to be in the curriculum, and the squirrel said that perpendicular tree-climbing was absolutely necessary to the curriculum. They put all of these things together and wrote a curriculum guide. Then they insisted that all of the animals take all of the subjects.
Although the rabbit was getting an A in running, perpendicular tree-climbing was a real problem for him. He kept falling over backwards. Pretty soon he got to be sort of brain-damaged and he could not run anymore. He found that instead of making an A in running he was making a C, and of course, he always made an F in perpendicular climbing. The bird was really beautiful at flying, but when it came to burrowing in the ground he could not do so well. He kept breaking his beak and wings. Pretty soon he was making a C in flying as well as an F in burrowing, and he had a hell of a time with perpendicular tree-climbing.