Intellect separates the fact considered from you, from all local and personal reference, and discerns it as if it existed for its own sake … Intellect is void of affection and sees an object as it stands in the light of science, cool and disengaged.  The intellect goes out of the individual, floats over its own personality, and regards it as a fact, and not as I and mine … The intellect pieces the form, overleaps the wall, detects intrinsic likeness between remote things and reduces all things into a few principles.

Ralph Waldo Emerson in ‘Intellect’