Sometimes it's like

you're the only one missing the point. You can't figure out a simple riddle. (It's a bathtub.) You're not sure why he doesn't get a job himself. You hear the one about the swamp. And just when you're ready to pass out, you hear a voice not unlike Wm Burrough's voice if the Ol' Bull had smoked less and hadn't swallowed. Then ...

Her counterpoint comes through loud and clear. You comprehend the honoring. You know what they mean when they say it rains from the ground up.