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!)

 

A gentleman with an Airedale offers this distinction between the mind and thinking, "It is the distinction," says he,
"between a slop jar and the slop therein."
(And, "Arf!" agreed his companion.)

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.)

Maps:
For thinking creatures, maps have an inherent danger.
They are alive and once used, are almost impossible to kill.

Adage Update:
"Those who can't, teach," but furthermore, “those who can,” are sometimes too lazy to, and some of the ones who'll say, "Those who can't, teach." Only the densest of snake tails will plead, "Is there no way out of here?"

Those with the potential of becoming a mystic
don't need to be sold on the idea of becoming a mystic.
(They were born pre-sold.)

Another Of Reticence's Demands:
Mental disinterest, once expressed,
strikes ordinary ears as disingenuous.

 

Without experiencing the limits of a thing,
you'll never understand the limits of the thing.

Another Tip:
The Secret is not hidden behind a debating society.