Everyone says "oh man, this guy is nuts, he's a fool. don't listen, he's out of his mind, all he does is sit on this hill all day, smiling, but at what? he doesn't have anything to smile about, he's just a fool, he doesn't know anything." but the 'fool' knows he isn't the fool, it's them, the people running around, talking about him. The ones that are to busy to look at the sunset, to look at the beauty of the world. To wonder why he's smiling. To ask why he's smiling, what he knows to keep smiling. They just say he is a fool, because he's different from them.