I feel like there should be an Aesop’s fable of the following variety. Let’s start with a couple of animals: a squirrel and a crow. The squirrel and crow are friends, and the crow talks about how great flying is. The squirrel starts imagining what flying must be like and fashions wings for itself that let it fly. So it flies and flies until winter comes, and then the squirrel realizes it hasn’t foraged for any acorns. The squirrel asks the crow how it forages acorns, and the crow replies it doesn’t eat acorns, it scavenges for food. But the squirrel can’t see from the air (heck, it can’t even see a car coming in the middle of a road!) so is forced to abandon its faux-wings. The Aesop-y moral would be something like the following: be wary of choices that hinge on the value judgments of others.