Find me a child who truly enjoys a mystical story,
and I'll show you a terribly flawed mystical story.

Only the ordinary are interested that two plus two equals four
the more conscious don't give a damn.

 

History makes a thing appear serious through constant repetition.
...And a kid asked his mother: "Is my thinking anything like history?"

The simple can only be made to worry about their behavior,
the more sophisticated can be lead into passing concerns about their thinking and attitude,
but only the more conscious can be made to hold an operational interest in all aspects of his life
and he can't be "made," he simply is.

The substitute soothsayer (sitting in for the regular one who was out sick) so said to the gathered villagers:
"Tell me what you worry about and I'll tell you how conscious you are."
And someone in the crowd called out: "But wouldn't a truly conscious man be free from...."
And the wizard abruptly interrupted and said: "Now I'm not gonna answer questions like that."

One mystic privately thought of himself as Captain Sincerity.
(For the same silly reason I'm sure you surmise.)

Legend says there was once a race of giants on this planet
who were so tall that their heads rose above the atmosphere,
while their bodies abode below.
The legend-within-the-legend says that they are still here.

Quick tip before our final commercial break:
A man with any respect for anything mortal is no-o-o mystic!