Yeah, it's beautiful in a way.
A man is walking through a field and falls into a deep, dark well. He lands at the bottom, bruised but alive. He looks up and sees a circle of light far above.
People pass by and hear his cries. They lean over the edge and shout, "Friend, we have a rope! Reach out and grab it!" They drop a sturdy rope down to him. The man looks at the rope, then looks at the dirt at his feet. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a small hand trowel, and begins to dig.
"No!" the people shout. "Don't dig! You're making it deeper! Just grab the rope!"
The man ignores them. He digs faster. He thinks to himself, 'These people don't understand the dirt like I do. If I dig deep enough, I’ll find the secret way out that they are too blind to see.'
More people arrive. They bring a ladder. They bring a winch. They bring professional rescuers. They plead with him to stop digging, explaining that the deeper he goes, the less likely the rope will reach him.
The man looks up, wipes the sweat from his brow, and screams, "You're all just jealous of my hole!" and he continues to dig until the light from the surface is nothing but a tiny, mocking needle-point of white in a sea of absolute black.