There are those in the bigfoot community that have soared above common sense. We are reminded of the Greek legend of Daedalus and his son Icarus. To escape from the labyrinth, which they had been commissioned to construct to the house of monstrous Minotaur, the father and son donned feather wings held together with wax. The plan worked well until the impetuous Icarus failed to heed his father's warning. The young daredevil flew too close to the sun, melting the wax, and plummeted to his death in the ocean below.
It is not the trailblazers in bigfoot research that have flown too close, it those that have no sun to reach or shark to jump over. Their lives have no mission, and instead, they try to boost their own poor self-esteem by working hard to debase others because they cannot stand to look into their own souls. Their souls are empty. There is no courage and valor. As a result, they despise all who exhibit what is noble.
Their mission is now doomed. For what is right, just and honorable will always prevail, and they will soon come crashing down to the ocean. I just hope they wave at the skier jumping over the shark on the way down.