When that road block inevitably springs up and we are caught without any preparation- we must adjust. Emily Dickinson illustrates this adjustment period in her poem "We Grow Accustomed to the Dark" (“419” (H 174) from Fascicle 15).

But it's so much more than that! It's not just a flat tire on your way to work, or a long line at Starbucks- this is DARKNESS. Think about a time you were immersed in darkness. This darkness is internal darkness,"Those Evenings of the Brain / When not a Moon disclose a sign".
Dickinson shows us that with some adjustment, if we allow our eyes to correct themselves, (even with some "groping") there is a way to get back on track- "Life steps almost straight". Not 100% straight, but almost- just straight enough to handle the next road block.
So, are we in charge of what we know? Or are we purely reactionary? What sort of control do we have? Dickinson does allude that the Darkness can alter. One side, either fate or our sight must give a little.

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