Introduction to Every Atom by project curator Brian Clements
I wrote a suicide note last year. A forbidden apple of my imagination. From a place of darkness? I don’t think so. Reflection, perhaps gratitude, maybe a longing to know what I never will. To hold what I must let go. The final draft of an epitaph, finally eloquent enough to define my finality. What would you say? Like Whitman or Einstein or Hawking searching for a theory of everything, I found myself trying to pull every string into a bow.
Today I turn fifty, a point of symmetry and a lifetime beyond Whitman’s thirty-seven. A pause for more reflection, more dangling strings to grasp. Is half a century enough time to stitch all the chaos into a goodbye?
Whitman wrote, “Born here of parents born here of parents the same, and their parents the same…”
In my farewell letter, the song of myself, I whispered family melodies to my children, for their children the same:
One,
Your passion for life
Your pursuit of a just world
A mirror to my youth.
Two,
Your strength serves you
Others borrow it as freely as you give
Your resilience is water.
Three,
You understand
More than all the gods
You already know how to live.
Four,
You want it all
And you take it
Only to share your masterpiece.
You are my last thoughts.
You are me.
A symphony of chaos.