Or at the very least, massive, well near imponderable paradox.

And, let’s face it, paradoxes are normal; plus, “wrapping our minds around them” forces us to expand, to grow.

For example, I instantly realized, when told about the “reality” of cosmological black holes back in the late-1970s: “If there are black holes, there must be white holes. Every black hole as a wormhole into another — white hole — universe spewing yet another infinite sea of possibilities.” True?

I just googled “black hole white hole” and came up with this, from National Geographic, in 2010:

Every black hole contains another universe? And our universe may sit in another universe’s black hole . . .

So while the complexification from beauty and vulnerability of the single human being into the black solidity of chaotic collective clamor that Mr. Fish so graphically depicts may be true, so may be its opposite: new humans carrying new worlds being conceived, and born, every single nanosecond, within the dark of night.

Cartoon, “The Artist,” thanks to truthdig.com