Derbino's ability to reorganize mental frameworks hurts his leg. He was on the right track here, too. Sayin' all the right things. 

But then he tried to solve it.
The projectile does little to the granite monument. 

Derbino's subsequent recovery in The Facility provides ample time to reinforce his innaccurate interperetation of a cool lyric. 

Oh no, dear reader, it's okay. 

Don't feel sad for the snail. She's a helpful apparition, a friendly ghost. 

She shed physicality a long time ago from one conchological misery or another and hung out there in the graveyard where misery fits right in. 

It turned out well for the snail, all things considered. Derbino graciously showed her the distant limits of her own slow patience, 

and those litte eye things have begun to wiggle around a bit (kinda cute and kinda gross)

- a little wild, for a snail.

Was it Shell, or Cocoon? 

Will I liquify, to form again?

Here, I can borrow an aphorism too, Man - 

"Wolf spider crouch 

in your funnel nest

if I knew you once 

now I know you less."