did you not hear of that madman who left his abode and rushed down to the market to warn her inhabitants about the vision he had seen concerning a coming war ? Which when he landed in the east said;

where is your wits, ye sojourners and villagers, have you used it all, remaining nothing?

and the people laughed him to scorn saying

"are our wits something that flies around? or is it a bird that leaves it's nest seeking for it's morning meal? have we gone all out, forgetting our wits in the marketplace? maybe it has gone on holidays, look, maybe it's at the top of the mountains, or at the depth of the seas or at the entrance to the east gates"
and then they all bursted...