There was a class, a group of people much like us, the teacher would just walk around talking, teaching, and the class would follow. While the teacher realized one day, I am not getting through to my class, I am not breaking through, and they are not believing, they are not understanding, they are not going the extra mile. So he took them to this place outside of their city and it's a place where this incredible rock outcropping went up in a sheer cliff face, it was crumbly, it was impossible to go there and no nobody did. That place was called the edge and everybody was afraid of it because to go there meant you were flirting with your life. The teacher said come with me to the edge and the teacher stood up and he started walking up the cliff face. The class had no choice you follow your teacher and he got them to the edge, the top of the cliff, where beyond was so desperately far, and so dangerous, and so amazingly fearful that you could not even look down and he lined them up, one by one along the edge to embrace that fear. And then he pushed them off of the cliff and everyone of them flew, like a bird.