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Are We Using Intellect As A Tool?
Irrespective of what you might have achieved in your life when death comes knocking, every identification falls apart.
Most of the times our intellect acts like a knife. Its primary function is to cut right through reality so that we are in a better position to differentiate one thing from another.
If a knife has to cut through anything effortlessly, it is important that the subject it encounters does not stick to it. An unclean and sticky knife is hardly of any help.
You must have definitely experienced this yourself — if you cut papaya or for that matter anything after cutting an onion, everything will taste like onion. Such a knife becomes more of a spoiler than of any help.
We often forget our intellect is just like a knife that needs to be put to rest when the task is completed. But what we are doing instead is playing with the tool even after completion of the job and making it all sticky. In fact, we have become so addictive wielding our intellectual knife we are intoxicated by its false sense of bravery and pleasure.
Once our intellect gets identified with something, it gets chained to the identifications and leaves us with a completely distorted experience of the world. And as a consequence, we…
