One can see that most of us are not concerned with this fantastic universe about us; we never even see the waving of the leaf in the wind; we never watch a blade of grass, touch it with our hand and know the quality of its being. Heck,I'm not trying to be poetic I'm just saying it is essential to have that deep feeling for life and not be caught in intellectual ramifications, discussions, passing examinations, quoting, and brushing something new aside by saying it has already been said.I truly don,t think intellect is the way. Intellect will not solve our problems; the intellect will not give us that"nourishment which is imperishable". The intellect can reason, discuss, analyse, come to a conclusion from inferences and so on, but intellect is limited, for intellect is the result of our conditioning. But sensitivity is not. Sensitivity has no conditioning; it takes you right out of the field of fears and anxieties. I am truly convinced that the mind that is not sensitive to everything about it—to the mountains, the telegraph pole, the lamp, the voice, the smile,baby's cry, everything— that mind is incapable of finding what is true.