Out on the Highway

The Mental Soccer League on one planet was dominated by two powerful teams: the "Tell-Me-All-About-It Tigers," and the "You've-Got-It-All-Wrong-Let-Me-Straighten-You-Out Seahawks." At one time there was a third team who battled for supremacy, but at the full league's urging, it was eventually banned from competition. They were known as the "Keep-It-To-Yourself Clamdiggers," and Sweet  Jesus--what a potent threat they posed! If only you could have seen them in their prime!

In one land, it was decided that no one could speak on a matter publicly in which they had an interest in the audience's response thereto.  It turned out that only a mystic could be allowed to speak publicly (and of course they wouldn't have much to say).

So mused another mystical stable hand:  "Why work to break a wild stallion when you can just turn him loose...with the same result in our case."

Those who know The Secret
are like men in glass houses
with glass houses inside of them.

If you can rouse a mystic from his sleep, he's no longer a mystic.

Out on the Highway:

The simple enjoy blowing their horns,
while the sophisticated enjoy reproving the simple for their horn blowing,
with the additional satisfaction of congratulating each other for
their enlightened condemnation.

 Moral:

If you're gonna’ tailgate somebody, get behind a man with no horn.

J.