The parlance of intellect has much to do with questioning. It seems a binary construct eliciting either a positive or negative response. At its best, the binary program breaks accord and elicits a stutteringly pos-negative response that digs ever deeper into verbosity and density of vagueness.

The only limitation intellect may admit to grapple unsuccessfully with is the proposition of self-limitation, though not of actual limitation as that would imply self-defeat, the quieting of deliberation, immolation in the face of silence. In this sense, the intellect acts speciously. It cannot be taken seriously.

Another reference (or let’s say conglomeration of logic, intuition and magic in mystery) is intellect unbound (non-binary apprehension), a kind of preternatural fire, and a demorphising sensibility where truth is found in the flow of ungraspable change. Such truth is an ecstasy of feeling encompassing one as a being of the stream, undifferentiated, bearer and born of all that is all at once. What is this fire but the very substance of creation that mundanes aspire to anthropotheise with – the Light of the Way?