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1541 96007 01/17/1996
Copyright J. M. Cox 1996
There was once a prince who oversaw two adjoining kingdoms;
one gave him trouble,
and the other did not.
…Well — that’s the way it seemed,
but not how it actually was.
And thus a certain chap came to wonder to himself:
“Is the mental heroism of which the mystical speaks
a going against the thinking of the collective — or
a going against the natural thinking of one’s self?”
…And after mulling this for a bit, added:
“And is there sufficient distinction for it to make any difference?”
All creatures do what they must —
only man complains about it.
Chalk up another one for them mortals!
A certain neural warrior once pondered:
“With which of the potentially disturbing forces should I be
most concerned —
with those in the neocortical areas,
or those in the limbic territories?”
And as he reflected on the matter,
he recalled the words of his liege, who noted:
“Though fear-&-uncertainty comes to man by two messengers,
its source is one,
and those who do not see — and who cannot remember this —
will never have the ability to separate and isolate
their newer, higher potential from their
lower, and cruder past.
Not by the same things are wolves and men frightened —
least not the same should they be.
So let the knights on The Quest protect that within them that is of
the superior importance,
and that which will not be protected without their conscious attention.”
Compared to a more alert man’s perception of having to live out his days
in man’s natural mental condition,
physical death presents little fear.
A Quickie Definition: No thinking is heroic which is in any way uncertain.
There was once a prince who ruled two kingdoms which lay side by side:
one was learned, verbal, and capable of civilized direction;
the other, cruder, silent, and less predictable and controllable.
But the prince ultimately discovered an invisible connection between the
two which constructively rendered them a single entity.
A prince divided against himself shall not to the throne ascend.
The Way It Is:
The simple act too much by instinct,
and the sophisticated, too much by uncertainty,
which leaves a more alert man to his own devices.
The simple have their heroes (who are always physical),
and the sophisticated (who are forever involved with inconclusive
this leaves the more conscious man with but the one choice of
him being his own hero.
And this has nothing to do with routine notions of egotism,
but rather is the inevitable result of an increased understanding that
renders all collective models and standards insufficient and obsolete.
What is gained by an individual sheep having no aspiration higher than
that already held by the flock?
There was once a building in which the water lines were tied into
the heating ducts.
This thought so came to a man:
“Is it not obviously so that it is easier to act the heroic role
when alone, rather than when in the company of others?”
And immediately following this came the realization:
“And cannot I use this fact, applicable to the thinking that commonly
occupies my mind?”
Common warriors ride physical mounts,
while the mystical begin with words,
only to ultimately abandon them for foot travel.
One man says he’s sure he’ll have taken the first step to
becoming more conscious if he can get down the difference between
daydreaming and thinking.
Man is not mentally slain by death, nor even ignorance,
but rather by inertia.
Muscles know to move — man must make the mind.
The simple find heroic action in physical deeds,
the sophisticated find it in the striving to achieve,
and the more alert find it in the privacy of their own mental undertakings.
The difference between striving and achieving is the same as between
achieving and striving.
As long as they both count equally, neither counts for anything.
The ordinary look to soothsayers, priests, and astrologers
to help ease the fatalism they sense controlling their lives;
the more conscious do not waste energy in search of gas masks,
believing that the atmosphere is more toxic in some areas than in others.
A struggle with foes unknown makes them seem invincible —
which is a reflection of the futility of seeking knowledge where none
There was once a land in which all the people sought the infinite number
— except for a man who searched out the origins of zero, and then 1.
From the most basic view there would seem to be two types of courage:
physical, which is genetic dependent;
and mental, which can only be a product of an individual’s own effort
To be ordinarily mental is to think that things are more complex than they
…(If this is not a blatant hint regarding The Secret,
then the other side of your nose is not on the back of your head where it
There was once a race of creatures whose hearts were tied into their brains.
The village of the people is always busy, crowded, and noisy (as it should
be), but thus it is that the king builds his castle away therefrom, up on
a hill…and just then his tutor tapped the prince on his shoulder, asking:
“Are you daydreaming again?”
To the mystical traveler:
everything behind him is dead and putrid,
while, beyond the horizon before him, all is alive and fresh.
Popular culture is boring because it’s already been popular,
and, since all that’s already been thought is already worn out,
what can “one-who-knows” say, other than nothing.
A man asked himself:
“Is the altered state of transcendental consciousness always heroic?…”
Then answered his own question by realizing that
yes, it would be —
an altered state that would be wimpy would simply be one of extreme fear.
Another version of the local creation myth says that
god did not force the first man from the original paradisiacal garden,
but rather that he left of his own choosing when he discovered that
the deity possessed two tongues.
Epic tales of heroic adventures
are only of interest to those who’ve never been on one.
There was once a knight who followed his charge to its ultimate end —
then, when there, wondered: “What now?”
Behind all dead ends stands the obvious,
and behind it — The Secret itself.
The useless always cries out: “Over here! — I’m over here!”
While that sought by the few — although here —
remains forever silent.
Of the two types of courage apparently possible for man (physical and
mental), mental might at first seem the easiest to possess
and the least significant of the two,
since most men find physical threats more fearful than mental ones —
but such a conclusion is rash.
If the true measure of the hero is in his private internal battles,
is it any wonder that heroes are so seldom seen by external sight?
There was once a machine that was run by two engines,
one fueled by gas, the other by electricity,
but their distinction and separation-of-labor was more illusion than
There were once two brothers,
and one would often say: “I don’t feel like it.”
While the other was given to saying: “I don’t think I will.”
And sometimes, when no one was looking — including themselves! —
they’d swap clothes.
A knight riding two steeds can make no progress unless he knows the names of
It is not possible for an ordinary man to realize how little he knows —
it takes one more conscious to do so.
…And there was once a man who said: “I once was stupid, then I was smart,
but it turned out I was always both, at the same time,
until I realized it — then, everything changed.”
According to legend, there is only one way in which a mythical warrior can
die — by drowning — in the flow.
The mental sea of collective humanity holds a billion indistinguishable
faces — dead by suffocation.
The Mathematics: Heroism = courage,
and courage = knowledge.
Fear = ignorance,
and ignorance = fear.
The simple want stories of action,
the sophisticated like those of speculation —
only a few there be
who accept no less than tales of absolute certainty and finality,
to the point of their own self-destruction.
To live normally is to be weak and flabby,
to live heroically is to be strong and firm…internally speaking.
Talk & The Greater Mythology:
Though routine tales tell of a common goal,
in truth, each knight has his own personal grail,
and, once found, everything he says after that is but social converse.
There is no such thing externally as a “superior man” — only a meaner one.
True heroism is strictly an internal affair
(which fact alone makes it of no interest to the ordinary).
The Compassion of the warrior is, while knowing he can’t help,
he doesn’t harm.
The King one day asked the Royal Philosopher:
“Did we not exist in a land of even-numbered dimensions,
would so much of our life be apparently constructed of dual parts?”
But inquire not, regarding mere external conditions,
but rather look to the internal structure of your own thinking apparatus.
On such a point, reflected one man:
“Would a true hero be reticent because he has nothing to say,
or because he knows there is nothing to be said?”
A man asked a mystic:
“Is there magic in numbers?”
And received the reply:
“Yes and no;
no, if you think so,
and yes, if you know better.”
A traveler paused at a crossroads and pondered:
“I wonder which will give out on me first — my body, or my thoughts?…”
And as he again began to walk, added: “I hope it’s my thoughts.”
Under the most extreme of definitions,
the mystical hero would be a mute recluse.
…(“Most extreme,” perhaps, but also perhaps “most promising”
if one understands aright the internal application of words
“mute” and “recluse.”
As he was changing the oil in his car a man was thinking how neat it was
that the body takes similar care of its joints and connections,
then stopped and pondered: “In what way does the mind lubricate itself?…”
As regards an earlier man’s observation,
a second fellow now says that to him
“daydreaming is little more than a gradual form of self-extinction.”
All the war reports received by the civilized are frauds.
When a warrior outgrows his respect for words,
he loses all fear of incoming ammo.
Death comes to all creatures, but to man, twice — in that he can think of
…And therein lies salvation: not to think of it,
once you realize its mental nature.
Royal and mystical dynasties survive by transcending the
physical limitations of genetic bloodlines.
The more conscious can be no more dependent on their ancestors
than they are on death and their progeny.
Do you not stand alone — you perish —
that is the only mental law known to the hero.
The deranged prince climbed to the top of his father’s castle,
and threw himself from the highest window, into his own waiting arms below. 96007-45
To live heroically is not a matter of strength, but of alertness.
If you die passively, you go down in defeat,
if you die unyieldingly, you go out heroically.
for the concept of death, substitute that of ignorance, and you’ve got it.
The King asked the Royal Myth-Maker:
“Is it possible to make the mystical hero sound too cold-blooded &
And the scribe poked the monarch in the ribs, chuckling:
“Aw — get outta here, old dear.”