Fact For The Few.
The only things worth talking about are those which you can’t.
 

Local reality on one world, scoffing at one man’s efforts said:
“I can run in circles just as long as you can.”
(But, here now! --  isn’t a headache reminding a head that it is
calling the immediate shots a bit unnecessary.)
 

In the city a renowned thinker declared:
“The only things worth talking about are those things that you can talk about.”
(He was smart enough to mutter under his breath: “But I could be wrong.”)
 

The Prince of one Castle said to a Knight:
“I oft times look at you and see you still studying in your head,
some organized battle plan for our Great Adventure,
which in and of itself is not objectionable, except that
you have been doing it for thirty years;
the enlightening rebellion of the true Knight is in what he does  --
not in alleged combat strategies he has pilfered from, who-knows-where.”
 

Letting thoughts run their normal course is not unlike blindly following
a trail of bread crumbs of unknown origin to an unspecified destination;
with ordinary minds, it makes no never-mind,
but real time sense of this keeps a rebel’s watch dog in the yard where he belongs.
 

A man who will discourse on his art  --  has none.
 

One yellow robed ruler realized that the best foreign aid he could give his neighbors would be to restrain himself.
 

Only the routinely un original believe that men can BE routinely original  --
and after that: only these still un original men will accept the fact
that men cannot be original.
There are but three possibilities to be: normal, creative or weird,
and ordinary minds are bedeviled trying to distinguish between them.
Fresh Mythology.
The only way a puppet can ever help or harm the puppeteer
is by becoming as smart AS the puppeteer –
    which obviously is not possible in a rational world  --
        and even if it were, why would you want to?  --
             what has life ever done to you?!
You can always spot the faithful alumni:
they still wear their varsity jackets from Plagiarism U.
 

To the stripped mind, it is purely naked thoughts which are most comely.
(“Come ‘ere you potential sweet things  --
and if I didn’t undress you  --  you ain’t BEEN undressed!”
 

More Matters Connected To Where You Are Presently Staying.
If you are satisfied  -- you run the risk of being TOO satisfied,
and if you are dissatisfied  --  there is the danger of becoming SO dissatisfied that your weariness with the situation will keep you from making effort to move there from.
“Pa pa: is this behind the myth of the knight having an extra leg,
so that if the normal two get grid-locked he has something else on which to rely
for motivation?”  --
and no matter what forms of apparent inner transportation
villagers invent for themselves  --  they still feel shorted,
“But how can that happen?” someone demands:
“If people are going to make up something to think about,
why wouldn’t they make it in a manner that would totally satisfy them?
What you just described would apply only to the insane!”        Your point being?
Fact: No one is insane when they are in their hometown  --  which is why
villagers are so discombobulated by knights’ willful departures from town.
    Fear, when not physically based --  always disorients;
    those who want to be mentally secure will always be confused.
The nervous system puppeteer pulling your mental strings knows what it is doing,
but is still unable to explain it in words to the brain’s consciousness
in a fashion sufficient for the mind then to explain in words what it is doing.
“Is this what you would call: a vicious cycle?”
     Man! are you looking in the wrong end of the eclair.
 

Engineering Perspectives For Those Planning Projects Outside The City.
If you can look and see how it is being done,
you haven’t caught it at its peak proficiency.
 

Now the feature: Another Ventilator  --  Another View.
Murder to many is the highest form of civilized entertainment,
(‘cept villagers are shown its shoddiest version).
Knights slay only that worthy of dispatch  --
“That not worthy of attention, you mean?!”  --   could put it that way.
If you can look and believe you see how you are handling the uncomely thoughts
in the village area of your mind, you are not doing it with maximum efficiency;
the knights’ left hand doesn’t even bother TRYING to see what his right is doing;
anything manual of value requires two hands anyway
(that only thing being: hands’ grasp of themselves;
the comprehension of what they are doing)  --
“In your mind, you mean?!  --  you can add that if you like.

H.I.G.I.T. --  How It Goes In Town.
If you take credit  for any feature of your personality,
city conditions will quickly turn credit into responsibility  --
and right after that comes responsibility being turned into blame.
Only the puppets who fled the fire rather than helping the puppeteer save himself --  saved themselves.
One father (presently based in three dimensions) advised his equally confined kid:
“While abiding in space: never try to spit on a person taller than you,”
and the boy was instantly convinced of a symbolic message within this
curious caution  --   but every time he glanced down at the village below
to reflect on the matter  --   flying spittle would momentarily blind him.
Knight’s Moral: never assume blame for anything you have done  --
unless you automatically assumed it in your own mind
the first time you thought of doing whatever it was.
If you can never see the top of your own head directly,
why think ye able of being better than you are? (more accurately):
able of THINKING of how you could be better than you are in any meaningful manner?
 

When local conditions required: one Prince would temporarily ban contentment.
Definition: Morality: an attempted judgement-call concerning, feeling-good
(and taken even deeper into the city, neural bowels, a physical, exemplary extension of this definition): Love: The attempt to make sex stand still.
“Hey!” squeals a man in surprised recognition:
“That’s what I’m trying to do with my thoughts  --   make the ones I like, last forever.”