Let's start with language. It all starts and ends there. Doesn't it? In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. (Of all the gospels, John is the most stylistic and literary. He's one of my favorites in the entire work of literature known as Bible. He was definitely on to something.) And yet, this language thing never works the way you feel it should. This language thing. This put. The thing you want to put is a feeling. The thing you want to put is a mood. The thing you want to put is a blast: Of happy. Or sad. Of some sort of impossible (and implausible) awareness you believe you had or upon which you may be on the cusp. (I am always on the cusp of an awareness.) This thing you want to put is a dream. This thing you want to put doesn't exist.