The seed holds the promise of fruit, and one tends it carefully with watering. When hope is chewed away, one is left pleading in despair. This is a treacherous, narrow place where devotion must be cultivated and the soul must be guarded with restraint. People pile dirt over their wealth and engage in empty outward shows, experiencing sorrow in delusion even while lying on a bed of comfort. Says Tuka, people have lost their way and walk in reverse. The verdict of truth comes only through direct experience.