How does one navigate the Bhagavad Gita? No knowledge of the Muahabharata. Just two copies of the text, And pure stubborn will. I’m blind. I tentatively reach out my fingertips for context, and fall head over heels into war. I make a character list. I forget it. There’s a meteor cruising by, Crashing to earth. Suddenly I don’t know who to root for, And Arjuna falls to the ground in despair. I sit next to him in the dust. Somewhere in the gleaming chaos, Bhishma is going to die. Somewhere Sikhandin is fighting. Somewhere a blind king asks about what is happening, and whom the gods favor. In my mind I pan over the battle field, All this is the price of a singular injustice. A game of dice for a kingdom. A family divided. I think about injustice and evil. How it bends the moral arc of the universe. I listen to the original Sanskrit, And linger on the words. I want to shout, But cannot find my voice. I sit silent. Listening to Krishna’s reply, And in it see the echoes of infinity.