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mind-system has such potential, almost unimaginable potential of collecting information, that it looks that it cannot happen. How it can happen? The psychologists say that each single mind can contain all the information contained in all the books of the world. Of course then the person will look as a great intellect. Yes, he has a great deal of information -- he has become a computer -- but if you look into his life, if you look into his ordinary life or in moments when his information is of no use, where he has to face life and respond spontaneously, you will immediately see his mediocrity, his stupidity.
And it is a well-known fact that scholars, professors, philosophers, behave very stupidly in situations where spontaneity is needed. If you ask something that they know already, about which they have enough information, then they will look very great, intelligent persons. But just a small situation will be able to expose them.
A great scholar is staying in a hotel. He is very upset and complains to the clerk at the reception of the hotel. "What kind of hotel is this?" he cries. "There is no toilet paper in the bathroom."
"We are very sorry, sir. It must have been a mistake."
"This is too much! Last night I could not clean myself because there was no paper. You are a bunch of incompetents!"
The manager came to the rescue of the clerk. "Sir, you should have called room service. Don't you have a tongue?"
"Sure I have, but I am not a contortionist!"
A professor with a wooden eye stood alone in a corner at the dance. He was so self-conscious about his wooden eye that he hardly ever mixed with people. He was very sad and lonely. Then he spotted a girl across the room who was also alone. She had a huge wart on her nose.
"Well," he thought to himself, "she is no beauty with that wart and all, but never mind -- maybe she would dance with me."
So he gathered up all his courage and walked over to her. "Would you... would you like to dance with me?" he stammered.
Her face brightened. "Would I! Would I!" she cried.
Offended, the professor yelled back, "Wart nose! Wart nose!"
Any small situation
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