I came across a group of people standing in a desert, all flapping their arms up and down at their sides, so I paused to watch...
After some time, some began to give sideways glances toward one of their own. He seemed to notice, but was somehow unfazed--he simply kept flapping obliviously.
In time though, the others grew into a fury. There were some words I could not hear, and soon enough the one stopped flapping his arms and walked off alone toward the horizon.
I approached the group. "Excuse me, but what happened here?"
"He wasn't flapping hard enough. This group will never fly with folks like that holding us back..."
I nodded in acknowledgement and turned to walk away.
"Maybe we just need more people flapping... If you see anyone, will you send them our way?"
I waved, not looking back, and I followed the path of the fellow who left.