We looked at each other for the last time; nothing is as eloquent as nothing.
Purple Bird. Flutter and disquiet
In the wild. Flitting away far
Where Leaden feet. Cannot reach
Come converse in silence. Warble inside
The meaning of life is something we find through the mourning of life lost
I want you to know
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
– Pablo Neruda
(Feel so much like a spent force between Neruda and Rumi. Everything that could be ever expressed with deepest profundity and joy has been moveably and easily told by them)
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.
Finally, and most surprisingly to us, we found that the collective intelligence of the group was significantly correlated with the percentage of women in the group. More women were correlated with a more intelligent group. Interestingly, this last result is not just a diversity result. It’s not just saying that you need groups with some men and some women. It looks like that it’s a more or less linear trend. That is, more women are better all the way up to all women. It is also important to realize that this gender effect is largely statistically mediated by the social perceptiveness effect. In other words, it was known before we did our work that women on average scored higher on this measure of social perceptiveness than men. This is the interpretation I personally prefer: it may be that what’s needed to have an intelligent group is just to have a bunch of people in the group who are high on this social perceptiveness measure, whether those people are men or women. In any case, we think it’s an interesting finding, one that we hope to understand better and one that already has some very intriguing implications for how we create groups in many cases in the real world.
Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.
When the ocean is surging and carrying away everything before it, who cares what are your views or mine?
So much from God
That I can no longer
A Christian, a Hindu, a Muslim,
a Buddhist, a Jew.
The Truth has shared so much of Itself
That I can no longer call myself
A man, a woman, an angel,
Or even a pure
Befriended Hafiz so completely
It has turned to ash
Of every concept and image
my mind has ever known
Translated by Daniel Ladinsky