Within
the world of man:
Common
among those with an initial interest in faraway knowledge is to consume
travel books, climb up into trees, get on top of tall buildings in
Paris with telescopes to try and get a glimpse of the mysterious mountaintops
arising in Istanbul, and of course join discussion groups with those
of similar interest.
One disarming talent of the mind
is its ability to keep the reality of something
at bay by a ceaseless "thinking-about-it."
Past
a certain point, a mystic tells he is making progress by the fact that
such distinctions are less and less clear.
A man who knows what he is
doesn't have to say what he is.
From a more expansive view:
thinking is one of the lesser uses to make of consciousness.
And
now from our "Once Upon Another Time" storybook comes
this little tale:
Once upon another time there was a man who decided that
he'd talk about another state of mental awareness potential in man to
those so interested, but knew in advance that people would expect to be
given some specific method by which to achieve the state, while also knowing
quite well that no matter what directions he might give, and no matter
their good intentions and efforts, few would ever succeed...so, that being
the case he considered not offering any directions at all.
And
ultimately, there he sat, pondering which would present the least possible
distraction: giving specific instructions, which they expected, and which
he knew the limitations and high failure rate thereof; or telling them
nothing in particular to do, and watching their irritated squirming lead
to similar numbers of dropouts.
De End Again.
Long ago it was said that,
"Argumentation and disputation are proof of
unclear thinking."
But let me update and clarify it for you,
"Thoughts are proof of unclear thinking."
All great theories sound great,
but all small efforts are great.
Most
of a mystic's audience is never seen,
and cannot respond -- it is the future.
If
you would like some reassurance in support of one of your suspicions:
Yes, Life is staying extremely tight-lipped about one particular subject.
The
picture of pouring oil on troubled waters
as symbolism for a calming effect
was swiped from knowing-the-secret.
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