I said, "I dreamed last night that the troublers of conscience came streaming out of the woodwork." She said, "Sometimes even the ravens demand attention while performing." I asked, "How does a voice make sound in the midst of people who are convinced that only they know the real ways?" She answered, "Silence is fertile ground for mutterings to emerge." I said, "In walking from place to place, so many feel mysteriously unconnected to anything that might be called human." She sighed, "The faithful remnant may come and go unexpectedly but they will be seen and heard."