Wormwood and rocket

Today in the garden I'm mostly contemplating rocket (Eruca sativa). Why? Because, sometimes we are impotent to do great works, solve others' or our own problems and, if we are blessed with any sagacity, resign ourselves to dealing with that with which we are able to deal i.e., the gardening. If there is another crisis about which to tell, it's not going to be related here, today, because my refuge from the problematic is the garden and a few tins of beer. 
Anyway, we sowed a packetful of rocket seeds in springtime and we've been harvesting and enjoying tasty salad leaves for a few weeks now. I'm allowing a few plants to go to seed and I've noticed that some bloom yellow while others produce white flowers, with the latter tending to offer relatively less spindly foliage. The subtleties of any difference in taste between white and yellow would require a more discerning palate than mine, but it is generally recognised that the maturer leaves are bitterer.
Consequently, in contemplative mood, I have been put in mind of the Passover meal of the Judaic tradition (which tends to coincide with the Christian Holy Week) and at which lamb and unleavened bread are consumed with bitter greens (wormwood (Artemisia absinthium)) and sometimes wine. Yummy, I imagine. 
Notwithstanding the festivities associated with Passover, its symbolic notions are founded in the story of the Israelites' leaving captivity in Egypt circa 1200BC and the last of the biblical plagues associated therewith: the passing over the houses of the Egyptians of the "angel of death", which visitation we are told impartially killed all their firstborn. In the Christian tradition, the sacrificial Lamb of God, is killed at Passover and is memorialised at Easter. 
You'll in all likelihood recall the Chernobyl incident of 1986, in which a nuclear event occurred in Soviet Ukraine, the full consequences of which are still unclear but which, one imagines, have been destructive at all conceivable levels. Chernobyl is Ukrainian for 'wormwood'  and I'm not the first to reveal that the oft-presumed prophetic Christian bible book of Revelation (8:10-11) reads, “And the third angel sounded, and there fell a great star from heaven, burning as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters; And the name of the star is called Wormwood: and the third part of the waters became wormwood; and many men died of the waters, because they were made bitter.” 
Coincidences abound, of course, but this was one of the more intriguing prophecies to test the curiosity of the unbeliever. Indeed, interpretations of prophecies are legion, with apocalyptic dates proffered, arriving and passing without incident, there always being someone arrogant enough to explicate what is written and impress upon others the import of their own idiosyncratic interpretation.
For now though, there's a chicken roasting in the oven, some new potatoes to boil and a nice salad of bitter leaves to prepare. Wasn't it yesterday that I remarked that the best things in life are the simplest?