A Black-Hole in the Fabric

Those-who-know do not lead groups of mere seekers, for the path and destination is here.
They do not herd bands of religious idiots, for their dreams of salvation are the reality
of their destruction. 
And they do not instruct routine fools in intellectual speculation, for the Secret is known.

There is nothing wrong with ordinary life...assuming, of course, that you are ordinary.

This can be called many fine things, but it can also be seen as an unexpected black-hole in the evolutionary fabric of predictability:  a hole into which only a Few care to fly.

Real maps have always been relatively secret in their time since all things, including maps, have a lifespan, and a wide-spread usage of the maps would only increase the rate of their decay.

Part of what alcohol and drugs do for ordinary man is to open up the possibility of doing the unexpected.  A cheap imitation, I'd say, of certain hobbies of the Few.

J.