There was once a land in which all the people sought the infinite number
except for a man who searched out the origins of zero, and then 1.

From the most basic view there would seem to be two types of courage:
physical, which is genetic dependent;
and mental, which can only be a product of an individual's own effort and understanding.

To be ordinarily mental is to think that things are more complex than they are.
(If this is not a blatant hint regarding The Secret, then the other side of your nose is not on the back of your head where it belongs.)

There was once a race of creatures whose hearts were tied into their brains.

The village of the people is always busy, crowded, and noisy (as it should be),
but thus it is that the king builds his castle away there from, up on a hill
and just then his tutor tapped the prince on his shoulder, asking: "Are you daydreaming again?"

To the mystical traveler everything behind him is dead and putrid,
while, beyond the horizon before him, all is alive and fresh.
Popular culture is boring because it's already been popular,
and, since all that's already been thought is already worn out,
what can "one-who-knows" say, other than nothing.

A man asked himself:
"Is the altered state of transcendental consciousness always heroic?" Then answered his own question by realizing that yes, it would be -- an altered state that would be wimpy would simply be one of extreme fear.

Another version of the local creation myth says that god did not force the first man from the original paradisiacal garden, but rather that he left of his own choosing when he discovered that the deity possessed two tongues.