The title is a reference to a poem by Rilke:
I live my life in widening circles
that reach out across the world.
I may not complete this last one
but I give myself to it.
I circle around God, around the primordial tower.
I’ve been circling for thousands of years
and I still don’t know: am I a falcon,
a storm, or a great song?
As someone I know is fond of saying, “Maybe it’s a both/and thing.” Or as someone else likes to say, “What’s this either/or shit?”