There were once two kingdoms,
one in the mountains,
the other in the valley below,
who seemed to stay in a constant state of low-level conflict,
and between whom communications ranged from scant to nonexistent.
But unbeknownst to either one was the existence of a third principality
situated halfway up the mountains from the valley,
and which contributed substantially to their relationship.

Some animals once discovered some books in the jungle,
and eventually developed the ability to read them.
And they were most intrigued by the ideas they found regarding "emotions,"
and discussed amongst themselves what these strange things might be.
But after only a short while of their reading and discussing
they no longer had to wonder what they were, they began having them.

Once upon a time, soon after man was created, the first nascent hero appeared, and for a while made tremendous strides, but was eventually struck down by his act of speaking. In the routine world of reality, yes, it is true -- you can't have it both
ways -- that's why there is the realm of the hero.

There is a myth concerning a warrior who gave up both of his eyes to the gods in exchange for The Supreme Wisdom -- and such is still the requirement, although the word "eyes" is open to an alternative spelling.

The advantage to believing that you are disabled due to individually directed afflictions
is that it relieves you of having to consider making any actual effort.

At a transcendental level, you can judge how non physically ill an ordinary man is
by how vigorously he insists he is so.

"I whine, therefore I am; I whine, and thereby am I certain I feel."

Heroism is not mere acquiescence to the inevitable, for to that do all men submit
but the true hero meets his fate clothed in an understanding that neither resists,
complains, nor comments in any manner thereon.
To the true-heart, the noise of the incoming bullets is as annoying as the execution itself.

Part of the compensation for being simple and ordinary
is in believing that you're most certainly otherwise!

A father so advised his son: "Once you experience The Secret for yourself, you'll instantly understand why all explanations of life are useless, meaningless, and in no wise correct."
And the boy asked: "Then should I even now cease to bother myself with such?"
And the elder answered with the question: "Are you capable of doing that?"