In a country of trillions,
who pursed a profusion of professions and pastimes,
was a small band brought together by their interest in a certain matter,
mostly ignored by the majority.
Those in the group were members of the same family as everyone else who made up the country, and their basic physical life differed not substantially from the rest;
it was in the intangible area of ideas and understanding-things that their distinction lay.
 

There were several features of the place which you might find surprising.
The country was under the total control of an unseen ruler,
and not one of the trillions of inhabitants could take even the slightest action
without they be directed to do so by the invisible sovereign.
 

Many of the citizens were mutes, in fact,
all of the blue collar workers who maintained the physical infrastructure of the realm;
those of the populacewho did speak,
talked much about the work of their mute brothers;
the other subject primary to their conversations concerned
their dreams of the future which the incorporeal ruling force had placed in them,
interspersed with reviews of their past actions to achieve same as a learning tool.
This  covers the full menu of what the verbal citizens thought and talked about,
but does not touch at all on the matter of interest to the small band supra signaled.
 

Make note that those in this differentiated troupe were in no wise in opposition to
any of the activities carried out by everyone else to keep the kingdom running;
up to a certain point, they were indistinguishable from them;
it was a matter of them having an interest in something that seemed to be beyond everyone else’s horizon-of-perception;
they walked along with everyone else to Point C –
but then sensed something beckoning to them that lay somewhere beyond the normal stopping place for everyone else,
and to which everyone else seemed oblivious         -----        (well, mostly oblivious).
 

Being of the same family: those in the small clique understood completely
what everyone else talked about,
but when they attempted to talk about that matter of special interest to them,
their fellow countrymen seemed either to not comprehend at all
what they were talking about, and thus were not interested,
or if they did show some interest,
their interpretations of what the select group was saying were inoperatively crude.
For all practicality, from the troupe’s perspective:
no one was directly interested in the certain matter that interested them  --  but them.

They learned to live with that,
and once they (as a whole) got past trying to interest others in their prized subject,
or being concerned in any way that they were not,
their activity related thereto became more and more exciting and enjoyable;
among themselves they relished, frolicked and rolled in their
endless conversations and speculations thereabout;
compared to their fellow countrymen (though in a way of no essential significance) 
their minds were like birds flying free
while those of others were caged  --   without knowing it.
 

Things the coterie thought and talked about would have astounded their brothers
could they have been conscious of them;
their minds roamed the furthest corners of the universe –
nothing apparently being beyond the grasp of their thinking  --   but --  Ahhhhh!  --
not quite so;
one thing stood glaringly out of their awareness  --  even their  notice,
and that was  --   Nawwww!  --
shouldn’t spoil your potential pleasure by giving away the ending of the story –
everything you need to know to put it together for yourself is contained in
what has already been said........and if you find it not:

Today's redundant reminder: everything described above took place in a space you could hold in your hands.