Mary Oliver, “Thirst.”

Another morning and I
wake with thirst
for the goodness I do not
have.

P.M.H. Atwater, Future Memory

In quantum physics, Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle states that any attempt to observe the microscopic world can have an effect on what is being observed. Because of this, we cannot prove that absolute motion and absolute rest exist. Nor is there any way to know for certain if attempts to measure objects or incidents alters in any way what is being measured. Of significance here is the fact that what seems certain is actually uncertain. And therein lies yet another paradox: Our physical world appears as solid and stationary when it is anything but.

Emily Wilson, Translator’s note for The Iliad

In The Odyssey, Odysseus is extraordinary for the flexibility with which he can inhabit many different names, or no name at all. It is this quality of being multinamed and nameless that enables him to survive. By contrast, almost all the warriors of The Iliad yearn to have a name and a story that lasts forever. Their many names and titles, as sons and brothers and comrades and fathers and rulers, are essential to their identities, their connections with one another, and their fame after death. They fear, above all, being humiliated (cursed with a negative name), or forgotten and nameless. The lists and catalogs of names are essential to the poem’s own work, of memorializing and mourning the dead. Once the bodies return to dust, these syllables are all that remain.

The Journey by Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice—
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do—
determined to save
the only life you could save.

There’s a method to growing rhubarb called “forcing” where it’s raised in total darkness and tended to in brief intervals of candlelight. The plant thrives only because it’s looking for an absent sun, and extends so fast you can hear the growing pains. Forcing can weaken the crop but if done correctly can yield a sweeter, more desirable result. Not everything needs to be an allegory. All the same, I am aware that there are things that have happened in my life that I have no words to describe and that only God’s eyes have seen.