It's not different. You're the one in my position, standing at the bottom of the building, looking up and wondering why the hell your brother is standing on the roof of a building with his eyes shut and one foot over the edge.

You're wondering how the hell anyone can tacitly believe something as ridiculous as the idea that he can fly on the strength of a dream, and be prepared to risk everything on that belief. You have to be right simply to counter your overwhelming fear of not being good enough.

That hasn't changed at all, has it, Pete?