The Land of the Hidden

The Land of the Hidden drowns in ideas of the obvious.  (Only the Few learn to inhale the waves.)

The valuable is not disturbed by a closer look;
only the ordinary fears scrutiny.

To know and then not DO produces but a new form of imagination, (and quite ordinary fools dream of themselves as wise men of action).

If worry can make the ordinary lose weight, I tremble to ponder the consequences of happiness, should it ever get loose.

The Few do not evolve to some set pattern; they are not only the road, but the destination as well.

J.