Intellect and Love are made of different materials. Intellect ties people in knots and risks nothing, but Love dissolves all tangles and risks everything. Intellect is always cautious and advises, ‘Beware too much ecstasy,’ whereas Love says, ‘Oh, never mind! Take the plunge!’ Intelligence does not easily break down, whereas Love can effortlessly reduce itself to rubble. But treasures are hidden among ruins. A broken heart hides treasures.
This week as we look at out life, particularly areas where we experience disturbance, we will contemplate on the following questions:
What does my Intellect say?
What does Love say?
What treasures my ‘broken heart’ hides?
The intellect is a cleaver; it discerns and rifts its way into the secret of things.
—Henry David Thoreau.
The greater our knowledge of anything, the more we love it.
—Leonardo Da Vinci.