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Intellect takes you to the door, but it doesn't take you into the house.
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Me & Rumi translated by William C. Chittick from Maqalat-i Shams-i Tabrizi.

 

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One morning in a recent year, a year not too long ago—the year 1887, to be precise—a young girl named Mathilda awoke, stretched, yawned, scratched, and got out of bed.
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“Plenty of room to go through the door now,” Mathilda reflected. “There’s absolutely nothing to prevent me from going inside. Nothing except those strange noises I hear there.”
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