Quotes and Poems: Day 85

Quote:

"Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe."

― Albert Einstein

Poem:

Multiple Sclerosis

BY CYNTHIA HUNTINGTON

For ten years I would not say the name.

I said: episode. Said: setback, incident,

exacerbation—anything but be specific

in the way this is specific, not a theory

or description, but a diagnosis.

I said: muscle, weakness, numbness, fatigue.

I said vertigo, neuritis, lesion, spasm.

Remission. Progression. Recurrence. Deficit.

But the name, the ugly sound of it, I refused.

There are two words. The last one means: scarring.

It means what grows hard, and cannot be repaired.

The first one means: repeating, or myriad,

consisting of many parts, increasing in number,

happening over and over, without end.