Sensitivity does not come with infinite knowledge and information. You may know all the books in the world, you may have read them, devoured them, you may be familiar with every author, you may know all the things that have been said, but that does not bring intelligence. What brings intelligence is this sensitivity, a total sensitivity of your mind, conscious as well as unconscious, and of your heart with its extraordinary capacities of affection, sympathy, generosity.
And with that comes this intense feeling, feeling for the leaf that falls from a tree with all its dying colours, the cat that walks across the wall, to the squalor, the filth of human beings in poverty, in despair.
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