I found myself stimulated again by Iris’ strategy to write the novel instead of the philosophy tome. Could it be that she has experienced the same depth of frustration that I have with the inability to communicate in prose the most important truths? Perhaps her frustration was of a different category, but either way, it inspires me. I cannot find a scientist; I cannot find a philosopher; I cannot find a theologian who can rescue me from this deep epistemological hell. I need to know how to say what I might know.