Whatever men chatter about these days, it is not love's way.
God gave the blind man a stick so that he may grope to a Jesus and gain sight. Look at all the blind men bashing one another with the stick of intellect! Some even swing the stick at He who gave the stick!
How proud they are when they blacken a little page with writing. Their minds are so shabby that they must graft on a hundred other minds to make them work, and this they call 'great learning.'
They elucidate every sort of substance, but of their own substance they are more ignorant than donkeys. All of their sciences together are a little bunch of posies from our garden. All of their thoughts are but husks and leaves on a river of mind that flows from a secret garden.
If the Houri of paradise should nibble his ear, he cries, "Hey, what's hurting my ear?" If the sweet basil touches his face, he brushes it away saying, "Hey, what's bothering me now?" He rides his horse from door to door, asking, "Has anyone seen my horse?"
~ Rumi (trans. Daniel Liebert)