Two Kinds of Intelligence
There are two kinds of intelligence. One acquired,
as a child in school memorizes facts and concepts
from books and from what the teacher says,
collecting information from the traditional sciences
as well as from the new sciences.
With such intelligence you rise in the world.
You get ranked ahead or behind others
in regard to your competence in retaining
information. You stroll with this intelligence
in and out of fields of knowledge, getting always more
marks on your preserving tablets.
There is another kind of tablet, one
already completed and preserved inside you.
A spring overflowing its springbox. A freshness
in the center of your chest. This other intelligence
does not turn yellow or stagnate. It’s fluid,
and it doesn’t move from outside to inside
through the conduits of plumbing-learning.
This second knowing is a fountainhead
From within you, moving out.
—From The Essential Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks with John Moyne, (HarperCollins, San Francisco, 1996)
Photograph by Cecil Beaton, A detail from “Baba Beaton”, 1926.
With thanks to tinytruths for drawing our attention to this poem.
“Picking five favorite books is like picking the five body parts you’d most like not to lose.” — Neil Gaiman
Stop worrying about your identity and concern yourself with the people you care about, ideas that matter to you, beliefs you can stand by, tickets you can run on. Intelligent humans make those choices with their brain and hearts and they make them alone. The world does not deliver meaning to you. You have to make it meaningful…and decide what you want and need and must do. It’s a tough, unimaginably lonely and complicated way to be in the world. But that’s the deal: you have to live; you can’t live by slogans, dead ideas, clichés, or national flags. Finding an identity is easy. It’s the easy way out.
Zadie Smith in On Beauty
Song: “Nobody Knows Who You Are” by Dr. Dog
I’m finding my “new life” to be so strange, so comfortable, and so new. To be in a learning environment where every reading, every assignment, every teacher, every person I encounter challenges my practice and my patience is the best thing to ever happen to me. I was beginning to think that I had…
Will you be my bestie, WARDen?
shadows & light (by motelrodeo)