As I have previously attempted to communicate, eventually there approaches a moment in their intellectual development when not a soul is unable--nay, unwilling--to see the very righteousness of my astute prose and erudite verbiage, both of which are not unlike gentle beams of clarity pouring out upon the blackened hearts of the unenlightened, reducing even the most hardened of countenances to stifled whimpers and muffled silence.
It is like a finger pointing to the moon: don't concentrate on the finger or you will miss all the heavenly glory...
