Maps:
For thinking creatures,
maps present an inherent problem.
They have a natural viscidity such that,
once picked up,
they're almost impossible to put down.

 

There was once a kingdom
that stayed in a constant state of unrest,
and the ruler concluded that it had its origins either in the villagers down below, or else in the courtiers about him up in the castle. But he had great difficulty in determining which, in that many of the villagers' ways were so alien to him that they at times seemed almost a foreign people speaking some unknown tongue, while on the other hand it was difficult for him to imagine what any of those already so comfortably and effortlessly close to the seat of power had to gain by stirring up dissatisfaction.
Indeed, an intriguing question and situation -- and of further fascination is the fact that the situation is as common as common can be, while the question regarding it is as unique as the word defines.

There was once a mighty god
who visited a local planet, and,
unrealized by him, dropped a certain object
which unwittingly was left there to alter that
planet's fate.

Once upon a time a man decided to talk about such as this with those who might find themselves interested, but knew that most would believe it to be more mysterious than he knew it to be. He considered presenting it as free of such insinuations as possible, but also understood that many would be initially disappointed. This was quite a quandary to say the least. Some years later he met someone who had been thru the same situation, who made note to him that,
"You take away the mysteriousness of it, and some can never forgive you for it."
He instantly realized the truth of this....but still....

The ordinary believe that man's life would improve if he lived by a philosophy of some sort. While the enlightened know he would be better to just live -- by no philosophy -- if he but now knew how.

Tip:
You can't argue your way to The Secret
any more than you can think your way there.

To be freed from the ordinary does not require that you denounce it.
(Another hint as to who or who might not be.)

One man, once he got a better notion of the nature of his mind, decided to, kind of, either "combat it" or else, kind of, "join in the fun" by turning on his TV and letting it run wide open 24 hours a day. But (being the super alert son-of-a-gun he was) he soon discovered that his mind had just sort of adopted the sounds of the TV as being part of its own operations. He decided he'd "up the stakes," and turned on his radio full blast to go along with the TV, but soon his mind had taken in both sources of noise as its own. So, he fired up his CD player and had three running streams of cacophony in addition to that normally present in his mind.
Instead of me giving an ending to this story, make up your own -- you've been around the block a few times yourself.