There are two kinds of intelligence: one acquired, <br />as a child in school memorizes facts and concepts <br />from books and from what the teacher says, <br />collecting information from the traditional sciences <br />as well as from the new sciences. <br /> <br /> <br />With such intelligence you rise in the world. <br />You get ranked ahead or behind others <br />in regard to your competence in retaining <br />information. You stroll with this intelligence <br />in and out of fields of knowledge, getting always more <br />marks on your preserving tablets. <br /> <br /> <br />There is another kind of tablet, one <br />already completed and preserved inside you. <br />A spring overflowing its springbox. A freshness <br />in the center of the chest. This other intelligence <br />does not turn yellow or stagnate. It's fluid, <br />and it doesn't move from outside to inside <br />through conduits of plumbing-learning. <br /> <br /> <br />This second knowing is a fountainhead <br />from within you, moving out.<br /><br />Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-kinds-of-intelligence/
