I might tell it differently than others but the story is the same.
An old bull and a young bull were strolling slowly across the hilltop, gazing down into the meadow below at a giant herd of grazing cows; when the young bull turned to the old bull and challenged him to a race to the bottom where they would each have their way with a cow.
The old bull slowly turned and asked, why would he run when walking would get there just as well and they could have their way with all of the cows?!?
The wisdom of fools is often rooted in the assumption of a solid foundation when moorings made from reactions are nothing but air.