Observe Coulomb's law; invoke calculus; behold electrostatics. One can derive the force on a point charge in an electric field. But do we know what moves us, or the fields induced by the world? We agree: knowledge of an object is as coarse as Planck's constant. The object doesn't elude us; there's just not more to know. But we're larger than the bound. Surely quantum mechanics can explain ourselves to us. Tunneling—our minds must be consciousness pouring over gaps. Our selves must be state vectors superimposed. I am ready to find my identity. A measurement. As I begin to write it down I feel it decohere, and I don't know what to jot. Walking clouds of matter and mentality, slurries of emotions stirred into evolving memories, colored by kaleidoscope senses— our concepts are nebulae mosaics in galaxy minds trying to find symbolic form.