The intelligence of the head is not intelligence, it is the quality of being well informed. Real intelligence is the intelligence of the heart. Head just the battery. He always old, not new, not original.
It's good for some purposes, as a file. And in life it takes that many to keep in mind. Accumulates in one's knowledge, it and whenever you need them.
A good head for mathematics, Mathematics for everyday life. But if you think it's your whole life, you must remain stupid. You'll never know the beauty of feelings, never know the blessings of the heart. You will never know the grace that descends only in the heart, the divinity that is in your heart. You will never know prayer, you will never know poetry, you will never know love.
Mind heart to bring poetry into your life, you will learn how to dance, you make life joyful celebration, continuous laughter. It gives you a sense of humor. Makes you capable of love. It is a fact of life.
The life that is lived from the head is mechanical life. You become a robot – maybe very efficient. Robots are very efficient, as machines are more efficient than man. Head you can take a lot, but you will live not many. You can have the best level of life, but you will not have life.
The life of the heart is the life can only grow in the heart. Life, love, spirit grow only in the soil of the heart. All that is beautiful, all that is really valuable, what is meaningful, important comes from the heart.
The heart is the center, head-only peripherals. Live with your head means to live on the periphery, without having to know the beauties and flowers in the center. Live with your heart and use your head when you need intelligence.
But the center owner, is at the core of your being. Heart squire, and head servant – it means intelligence. When the head becomes the master and the heart is forgotten, it's stupid. Remember to keep your head as a slave is a slave, nice and very helpful. But as the master is the master of dangerous games and it will destroy your whole life, will poison your whole life.
Look around you. The life of the people is a common poison, poison of the head. They no longer feel, no longer sensitive, even more emotional. The sun rises, but nothing swell; looking at the sun through the eyes of children. The sky was full of stars, but their heart remains insensitive to the beauty of the stars, no songs rising from their hearts.
People forgot how to sing. Clouds in the sky are dancing and the man can't dance. He was a cripple.
Trees in bloom – but the man thinks, never feels, and without feeling the bloom is impossible.
Wake up! Turn on to life a little romance, a little adventure.
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