Using pronouns to refer to that which cannot be named
is as tricky and as potentially misleading
as attempting to ‘give’ or ‘receive’ a name
for that which cannot be named
But what shall I cry out
when I call out for thee?
(enquiring minds want to know)
And wouldn’t it just be the pinnacle of cosmic irony if the source of all love, in a near-perfect impersonation of Larry David’s style (©pending)…(a blend of kindness and sarcastic condescension) that which cannot be named ‘looked’ into our heart and ‘said’:
“Oh please, I couldn’t care less …” and then trailed into a moment of silence…a moment that lasted as long as it took us to sense that something didn’t feel true about that last remark…rebuke Larry(?)
And that’s when the second part lands in our heart:
“Yep. You simply cry out or call. I’ll respond to any name you use.”
Even cosmically, timing can still bring a smile.