Intelligence is, in almost every instance of my experience, a progression of flows that occur -in relation-, and, most often, this relation is with beings… not tokens… not representations.

I have, also, mechanical extensions of my intelligence with which, for example, I may craft and edit these concerns into coherent language. But this, while -intelligent-… is not intelligence.

It seems to me that intelligence is most truly embodied in relation with, amongst, and within beings. It’s not a method and cannot be possessed, though I will submit that it appears to be like a metaposition of awareness which re-entrantly endows awareness and consciousness with both opportunities and inhibitions…

It’s alive.