The Mystic’s Motto

An ordinary mind's proper response to any transcendental ideas: "You don't impress me!"

(Same as a transcendental's toward the ordinary):  "Have you got that!?  Have you got that!?

 Are you listening to me!?"  Is this why adults holler at children? To be sure they're not listening?  "Are we talking about children?  Are we talking about actual children?"  Or are we discussing the nature of each person's normal mental growth, with at least a nodding‑hint toward what might be possible somewhere beyond?

                         The Mystic's Moto:

Only the yet‑to‑be

                         is of any interest to me.

                         Historical Footnote:  Once dead, a mystic is no longer a mystic. Something to do with the irrelevancy of the past?

The city street singer strummed his accordion, and began to moan, "Ohh, I was born under a bad sign."  And just then, local conditions passed by him and added, "And I am the bad sign."

 Another weird, unknown fact that's interestin’ to ponder: 

All rebels started off as really nice, friendly guys.

(See what's interestin' is to then reflect this back on the matter of your own original intellectual attitude as regards how everyone else's ultimately turned out to be.) 

You visiting veterinarians might care to note that this is precisely why mama cows are driven to continually warn their calves that,  "If you keep playing with that thing you're either gonna go blind, or else, maybe start thinking enough so's you'll begin to resemble humans!"  And consciousness sang to thinking: "Get along, little doggie, this sure ain't my home."

Sign on the out‑skirts of one planet: 

"Mystics Got A Bum Rap When People Began Associating Them In Their Minds With The Religious."  But it had to come down to this due to certain zoning restrictions.

J.