All men take the actions necessary to stay alive,
and within this province qualitative judgments of action are absurd
in that any normal man will take whatever actions are required to survive,
but little of men’s lives now are directly taken up with such demands,
and thus the majority of his acts are elective;
essentially irrelevant activities which the individual finds attractive;
men not fighting for food
(the victor in such a struggle receiving no reward or recognition beyond that of a full belly)
may be found engaging in combat over ideas and principles,
and it is in this setting wherein the ostensible conqueror is praised for the valor of
his actions  --  his non essential, irrelevant actions.
 

Unquestionably innate in homo sapien’s genes is the neural potential for the brain to proclaim a wide variety of immanently immaterial actions as estimable;
the human mind has an intrinsic favorable reaction to tales of men giving their lives for a religious or political ideal even should that mind be atheistic,
or hold a contrary partisan position.
On more intimate levels: men insist on their admiration for those who will unfailingly, “Tell-the-truth --  no matter who it hurts” –
thereby covering the full range of human activities:
certain physical acts men make are honored, as are particular words they may say;
this is the pedestrian praise pageant as played out both in the public arena,
and the privacy of each man’s thoughts.
 

The man who realizes what is going on in life has a different definition of
what constitutes exemplary action  --
which is always the lack of taking some particular action, or saying a certain thing,
and not just overtly involving others, but primarily in the privacy of his own head.
 

Men’s non essential thoughts and feelings have a need to be constantly spun by
the expressed thoughts and feelings of other men;
this facet of man’s life cannot survive without the continual input from outside, intangible sources;
what other men say they think and feel about a listener acts on his diversionary thoughts and emotions as the slap of a passing hand on a tibetian prayer wheel;

When he first starts to secretly visit the pond,
the certain man, by virtue the normal course of the mind,
believes there is much to be done if he is to ever understand the nature of this
all important watering hole, and the common forest that surrounds it,
and those with the solidly wired, anomalous neural wiring
for long, and vigorously struggle to take such actions, think such thoughts,
ponder such human emotions and actions,
so as to collect all of the information necessary for the whole affair to
finally explain itself and make satisfying sense.

This is inevitable and inescapable  --   initially;
do, do, do, while always searching books, and other men’s tongues and faces for further hints of what you should be doing to achieve the goal;
“A man of no action will never get any where!"
You cannot simply sit and expect extraordinary understanding to come find you:
you must be in constant motion:
originally going here-&-there physically  --   later, doing so mentally.
To ever see,  a man must go through all of this,
but he can also get into all of this  --  never get out  --   and never go further;