Retrodictions, canto 5, quatrain 9

It’s a spinning spark, it’s an atom’s part,
It’s a lightning-bolt and a riddle;
It smote like a mote at the end and the start
Yet it plays like a wave, in the middle.

 

Commentary by Brother Quark:
Perhaps this is about the soul.

 

Commentary by N. Hellerstein:
This is about quantum wavicles.