The problem with reality is that nobody lets you get away with delivering soliloquies. The brilliant speeches composed under bed covers never see the light of day. Just try it sometime. Odds are you’ll be tased before you get to the climax. Bar patrons just aren’t that interested in your well-argued ruminations on the plight of man. They don’t see that you are there to give them the answers they seek. People think that they’re looking for answers but most of them just want to ask the questions. It gives them the illusion of seeking without the responsibility of knowing.