"It's really quite small, and flat, too." However, I can't get any further beyond that. When a duck can't make its way away from the water (or a honeybee from the hive), what is it looking at? The answer, similar to imagining an oak tree while being in the tropics, is dictated by something we should refer to as the comfort of faith. Because of this uncertain tolerance, we, too, are protected from our daily suspicions and despair, or so he says.