Mike stored their conversation without any effort to grok it.  He recognized the subject as one of utter simplicity in his own language but amazingly slippery in English.  Since his failure to achieve mutual grokking on this subject, even with his brother Mahmoud, with his admittedly imperfect translation of the all-embracing Martian concept as: "Thou art God," be had simply waited until grokking was possible.  He knew that the waiting would fructify at its time; his brother Jill was learning his language and he would be able to explain it to her.  They would grok together.