They don’t ever say much. It’s such a difficult task to say anything of substance in a world nourished with superficiality. How can one ever hope to find another who speaks of the divine, the eternal, the memorable, are such concepts even attainable. What if everything we speak, everything we know, everything we do, is all superficial.
We aren’t all meant to understand the metaphysical, otherwise their would be no one to understand the physical.
Those who have no depth to their thought are the grounded, so grounded that while the over-thinkers are floating above the stars, being stars, understanding the stars, the grounded skim the surface of existing and bask appreciatively in the light of the stars never truly understanding the stars, but provided a ground for the stars to gravitate around.