For thinking creatures,
maps have an inherent danger:
they are alive!
and once used, are almost impossible to kill.
When the traffic passing your house becomes of decreasing interest, you’re living
in a better neighborhood.
(Taken a bit further, you might realize why mystics never have a home address.)
According to one legend:
Each man is born with a single sun in the middle of his head,
but as the mind develops, it splinters into many smaller ones.
(This particular legend concludes with the words: “Dig It!”)
Another Of Reticence’s Demands:
strikes ordinary ears
Without experiencing the limits of a thing,
you’ll never understand the limits of the thing.
Those with the potential of becoming a mystic
don’t need to be sold on the idea of becoming a mystic
…They were born presold.