Why do we fear great things?
We do not fear failure. We fear foolishness. We fear above all that, like Don Quixote, we will be found tilting at windmills. That our friends will see our efforts and know that we spent our strength in vain. That our friends will laugh at us.
When we can try and fail in solitude, we have little enough hesitation. We risk little, and generally we achieve little. The truly great requires us to risk the laughter of our friends. The truly great requires us to reach, to risk falling. It requires us to strive for something that may not even exist.
But we fail to see that any expense of effort redounds to our benefit. All work makes us grow. If the end for which we strive is not attained, yet we become one who has done the work. If the end for which we strive is found to be a windmill only, yet we have gained the experience, strengthened the muscles, and trained the spirit.
And if the ends of today are windmills, and our friends and foes deride, yet there remains tomorrow.
And tomorrow, they might be giants.
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(And yes, this did really all start by wondering why the music group selected its name.)