And for this Sunday evening an interesting story ...
Four poets were sitting around a bowl of punch that stood on a table.
Said the first poet : "I see with my third-eye the fragrance of this wine hovering in this space like a cloud of birds in an enchanted forest."
The second raised his head and said : "with my inner ear, I can hear those mist-birds singing. And the melody holds my heart as the white rose imprisons the bee with her petals."
The third poet closed his eyes and stretched his arms upwards and said : "I touch them with my hand. I feel their wings, like the breath of a sleeping fairy, brushing against my fingers".
Then the fourth poet rose and lifted up the bowl and he said: "Alas, friends! I am too dull of sight and of hearing and of touch. I cannot see the fragrance of this wine, nor hear its song, nor feel the beating of its wings. I perceive but the wine itself. Now therefore must I drink it , that it may sharpen my senses and raise me to your blissful heights."
And putting the bowl to his lip, he drank the punch to the very last drop.
The three poets, with their mouths open, looked at him aghast, and there was a thirsty yet unlyrical hatred in their eyes.
Developing an ability to see the unseen is important. But being practical is very critical. Being practical means relating more to the realities of the world than to ideas or desires erudite & ephemeral.
Who could convey this critical thought better than Kahlil Gibran.