The intellect is that aspect of the mind which is perpetually restless, in a state of constant commotion. It thinks and struggles and strives to comprehend the Creator even if He is incomprehensible. The intellect is like a moth, and the Divine Beloved like a candle. When the moth hurls itself into the flames of the candle it is consumed and destroyed. But the moth does so according to its nature. However much it may suffer and burn in agony, it cannot resist the candle. Any animal which, like the moth, is unable to resist the light of the candle and sacrifices itself into that light would itself be a moth. But if the moth hurled itself into the light of the candle, and the moth were not consumed, that which did not destroy the moth would not be a candle. Let this be understood. The man who can resist God and does not strive with all his might to understand Him is not a man. A God which one can understand is not a God. The true man is he who is never free from striving, who restlessly and ceaselessly revolves around the light of the Majesty of God’s Awesomeness. God is He who consumes man and renders him naught, which no intellect can comprehend.

-Jalal al-Din Rumi