He senses danger before it's too late. See him with his followers laying down the law on right and wrong - and yet he does not recognise himself as one of the mob. If three men are travelling along and one is confused, they will still get where they are going - because confusion is in the minority. But if two of them are confused, then they can walk until they are exhausted and never get anywhere - because confusion is in the majority. And with all the confusion in the world these days, no matter how often I point the way, it does no good.
Lofty words make no impression on the minds of the mob.
Then learn to thrive. On reaching Crooked Shaft, he saw a serrate oak standing by the village shrine. It was so large that its shade could cover a herd of several thousand cattle. It was a hundred spans around, towering up eighty feet over the hilltop, before it branched out. A dozen boats could be cut out of it.