"dude. why don't you play some bob."
"no dude, not now."
"dude. you need to listen to what bob has to say."
"dude. I know what bob has to say."
"dude. You NEED to listen to what bob has to say."
And then Bob Marley flew off my walls and presented himself, deep in contemplation, at my feet. I wish I could make that up. This confounded poster, almost 8 years in my possession, finally fell from my wall and had something to say to me. I stooped down and stared at it, ragged from years of abuse and an unknown number of rooms.
Sean gave me another blank face and I smiled, knowing exactly what it meant. It wasn't that I was supposed to listen to what was being said; I simply had to listen. It was more elementary, more confoundedly simple than I could have ever imagined. Even with my defenses down, I still keep one up: things are more complex than they seem{}.seem{}.seem{}.