Explanation...

I have had several people ask me about the title of the below blog, as there are several theories on the paradox of the unstoppable force and the immovable object. I understand that one theory states that it is impossible for those two forces to exist in the same universe because they, for lack of a more scientific description, cancel each other out—you cannot have a force that cannot be resisted and an object that cannot be moved by any force. For those of you that think this way (and if this were my thought process), I agree that the title would not make much sense, as the purpose of the story was to discuss the couple finding one another each night in a beautiful collision of sorts.

I chose to look at the concept of unstoppable force vs. immovable object in the following way: in taking an unstoppable force and pairing it with an immovable object, the result would be ultimate power. You have two forces that are the best in their divisions, if you will. They would be the extreme tag team. And, in researching this hypothetical phenomenon, I found the phrase “infinite potential” and fell in love with it. If these two forces existed and were to collide, the product of that collision would be called “infinite potential”. Isn’t that an exciting idea? By these two forces coming together, anything would be possible because they both hold ultimate strength and would be, in fact, omnipotent.

With that being said, the man (the immovable object) and the woman (the unstoppable force) in the short short story differ vastly in their daily patterns, etc. Some may even deem this couple incompatible or mismatched, but when they find each other in the night and they are once again together, their potential is infinite.

I do not want readers to overthink short shorts, as they are meant to be taken at face value. That’s the beauty of writing—it may mean one thing to you and something entirely different to someone else. You may hate it. Someone else may love it. Therein lies the gray area that I appreciate so much in literature. And to over-explicate writing robs it of its certain je ne sais quoi—and that’s just a crime (albeit one I am now guilty of).