“Bao stays with me, and I am too exhausted to care if it is impossible or not. The sun moves across the cloudless sky, from east to west, and I drift. I feel as if I’m floating in space, suspended in time with invisible forces and impulses and energies humming all around me. There is no past and no future, only this present moment, this car moving along this road. Late that afternoon, I become aware that Bao is already a microscopic bundle of dividing cells in a womb. I can’t call it a vision, because it isn’t a vision. Nor is it a thought. It is more like a realization, something I hadn’t known a moment ago but know now. How is this possible? How is any of it possible? I find myself remembering the time my father brought home a crystal radio set. He let me watch while he set it up and then he showed me how to search for radio frequencies. I turned the dial as slowly and carefully as I could, but nothing happened. Then suddenly, I “got” something. I thought it was magic, until my father explained how crystal radios worked. That’s what I need now, I think. An explanation. I need someone to tell me how this works. Wittgenstein once said, All I know is what I have words for. Where, I wonder, are the words for this?”