On one world, the Patent Office will accept no applications that are not accompanied by
a sworn Affidavit Of Seriousness on the applicant's part.

...If it be (as one king opined in a earlier story this evening) that ordinary people don't really want knowledge of any extraordinary nature, then it is more understandable why they will generally dismiss any that does not at least seem serious in nature.
...What you say that doesn't seem to make sense, or be logical? Really -- think about it! If men are routinely uninterested in info that might blow-the-lid-off-things, then let me unhesitatingly assure you that such would be info lacking what is usually perceived to be a serious & compelling basis.
...Still sounds too cryptic? Okay, ponder this: given the choice of watching films of homes engulfed in flames, or hearing tips on fire safety, which will men choose? As long as people do not see things simply as they are, The Secret is safe.

Convictions: Stress fractures of the mind.

A Story
A mystic who'd been lecturing to a group for a number of years one day said to them:
"Everything I've told you has had a flaw at its core,
so ignore all that I've said up 'til now,
and we'll start over, fresh."
(Stories such as this can be put into several categories; you pick the one you like.)

A fan writes:
"For several years now, I will read you for a while, then stop for a while, then read again.
And what I'm wondering overall is do I find what you say too complex, or too simple?
...It sometimes strikes me as a pisser-of-a-puzzler."

There was once a man who sometimes was impressed with himself,
then would go for a while and not be,
only to again sometimes be impressed with himself all over again,
always followed by periods of not being so, and on like that.
"So?" you ask, "what was the purpose of me mentioning that man?"
Well, hey -- there was none.

On this one world (just like ours),
they had twenty-four hours in a day,
a thousand, four hundred & forty minutes,
eighty-six thousand, four hundred seconds
yet hardly anyone was aware of many of them.

One father, kiddin' around with his kid, asked him,
"What's the difference in the more conscious on the trainand all the regular passengers?"
And the kid guessed, "Either the more conscious are the only ones who know where it's going -- or they're the only ones aware that it's going nowhere or they're the only ones who truly don't care."
"Very good," said his father, "but why might they not care?"
To which the lad replied, "Because they're the only ones qualified to not care."
"Totally splendid!" remarked the old man.

Ideas don't incapacitate men -- their repetition does.