Buddhi means intellect — the faculty that decides, discriminates, and directs action. Superior to the vacillating mind, it reflects consciousness like the moon reflects the sun. Vedanta honors it as the seat of discrimination, while reminding us it is still not the Self.

We celebrate curiosity but rarely question its appetite. In an age of infinite input, the intellect has become a glutton—hoarding books, podcasts, news, and ideas under the illusion of growth. But true wisdom doesn’t accumulate. It subtracts. It silences. It frees.