بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

I think it becomes inevitable that after considerable introspection and reflection on life, the limitations of the intellect become crystal clear. There is a vastness to knowledge that no single mind will ever be able to encompass, angles of approach from any direction, a vastness that forces the self to dwell on its own incapability. I'd say anyone who did this should reach the same conclusion, but that definitely has some built-in assumptions. A person may not like fully realizing how little control he/she has over life. They may decide that their finite knowledge suffices them and whatever they lack they may be able to go find it whenever it is needed. Or arrogance and conceit may blind to one's own flaws, making them appear to be as well-formed glass, easily shaped and seen-through, as if not even there.

Perhaps a primary reason for me being who I am, choosing the road I have, is that I want limitlessness. I seek to have everything, freedom knowledge beauty understanding passion. The mind knows it will never be able to reach these ideals in the way it wants, never with the mortal grip of life that presently surrounds it. Thus, the heart finds its place as a guide towards not just the parts of life an intellect could never fully touch, but the part that reaches beyond death and frames action and consequence inside the picture of Eternity. 

My sights could never be satisfied with this dunya, for reasons life only proves more definitively. Why should humanity settle for the earth and its ground when our origins are the sky itself?