Endless halving, argued Zeno, br won’t help us to reach the end. br Similarly, we can’t wend br our way to veritas with vino, br because whatever we opine br can only be half-true at best br when opinions we attest br unsoberly are based on wine. br However, when we stop to think, br the truths we find is rarely more br than half-truths, so let us ignore br what Zeno may have thought, and drink. br br Inspired by a poem by Kay Ryan, in her collection “Flamingo Watching”: br br This Life br br It’s a pickle, this life. br Even shut down to a trickle br it carries every kind of particle br that causes strife on a grander scale: br to be miniature is to be swallowed br by a miniature whale. Zeno knew br the law that we know: no matter br how carefully diminished, a race br can only be half finished with success; br then comes the endless halving of the rest - br the ribbon’s stalled approach, the helpless br red-faced urgings of the coach.