and then years later , after lectures from the insects , seminars from the wind , sermons from the water and a verdict from the mighty thunder the final voice in the series of voices he packed all his things in a car and drove twenty-three hundred miles in three days of non-stop weeping , only to end up at a rest stop where one relatively plain fellow said what raife could never have expected to hear , what he hadnt imagined could have been known , or thought , by anyone else , anywhere .