The wisdom of commoners

To argue with insanity is insane.

To explain step by step, using careful logic, is insignificant when someone isn't having the same experience. Because they are in their own private Idaho while you explore, trying to explain different lands to inspire them.

They toil in fields as you skip away with much potential, and you'd like to bring them along, you love them do you not? But they do not see your lands, nor even the way that you skip; they see only the myopia of their toiled creation, the dank soil and rotted potatoes they forgot in their season to pull.

It's up to them of course to see new paths to these places, but these aren't their lands, not really, and these people are not even close to beginning to perceive. Not your lands at least, not as you skip in fine shoes with that big hopeful smile on your face. Oh explain, explain if you have to, explain if it makes you feel better for some reason, and sure, use that logic girl, show them exactly how they are setting off on so many wrong paths. But do you think a wolf listens to a swan? Do you think a prince recognizes the wisdom of a commoner?

We are all this terribly and tragically different, so then lose yourself to the exhaustion if you like.  Yet if you're brave you will skip right on despite it, just always on until your toes are stubbed and bloody, kicked up against some stone on the shore of a new adventure.

Oh friends, forget these potato farmers. Forget the ridiculous illusions. Create your own adventure and leave behind those that never knew how to dream in the first place.