A tiny trickle of water begins somewhere in the mountains. As it moves forward, other little flows join it, until it becomes a stream. Likewise the streams gather into a river.
So too with wisdom. Your words must be seen, and the voices of others combined with yours, until foolishness has been washed away.
It may take awhile...but that does not make the task less worthy. Rather, it makes it more important.
Maybe only until a nuc goes off in New York City. I hope I am wrong, but I fear it is just a matter of when and where, not if.