The Inanity of Intelligence

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Dear Members,

 

Human intellect is surely remarkable. Every now and

then we see its trenchant potentials in resolving

complicated issues, deciphering the challenging

riddles; its reach expands from the atoms and subtler

particles to the limitless cosmos; it has analyzed and

studied the biological diversity ranging from ameba to

dinosaurs.

 

But it is surprising, it never attempts self-analysis;

never tries to research why he has been bestowed this

marvelous brain and body? What is the purpose of his

life? What is the best use of his life?

 

This intelligent being holds excessive information

about enormous things, of the whole world. He attains

erudite degrees, scholarships and expertise of many

disciplines. But, he has no answer to the most

intimate queries about himself. Who is he? What is his

origin? Why has he come here? What are his duties? He

lives in an illusory state like a deer, which

frantically hunts for the source of the musk-aroma

that lies in its own navel. Man also keeps running

behind the mirage of peace and joy in the outer world

all his life but gets nothing in the end except

fatigue, failure and despair. There is an interesting

story illustrating this irony. Ten flaunting prattlers

from a village once went to see a fair in another

village across a small river. They all crossed the

river together. Upon reaching the other bank, they

thought of recounting whether all of them have reached

safely. One of them counted and found only nine

present, another one rechecked and again found one of

them missing; this way each one of them did count the

number present as nine – missing him self in counting.

In great panic they all sat there, crying about what

will happen now, how would they go back without the

‘missing’ friend? After sometime, a wise man happened

to pass from there. He listened to their worries and

laughed at their folly. To convince the chaps of their

 

‘Presence’ he made them stand in a row and thrashed a

slap on their faces one after the other with loud

counting – one, two…., successively. The fellows took

a sigh of relief after the tenth slap. We the

‘intelligent fools’ are also like these comical chaps.

We keep gathering information about every other thing,

know everyone around except our own self. Even in this

‘lost’ state we live under the false impression of

being learned and wise and boast about our knowledge!

 

 

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