I have a unified field theory too, br because I like the word “field” br with its grasses and wind in my hair. br br My unified field theory is br written in the gravity of phrases br scribbled in ink by technicians and lovers, br longing for meaning in glass containers, br hunting for new DNA strains br that sweep and swoon like violins br and can link that first pungent smell br of the garlic squeezed in the press br to the idea of a constantly expanding universe. br br Of course it’s expanding. br How could Einstein have thought otherwise? br That he got it wrong is hardly comforting. br The aging star, sniffing at quantum upstarts, br craving a unity based on geometry, br infusing newfound meaning in br a shape from a child’s coloring book or br a passenger’s wave behind glass br from a departing train.