What is it that we are to row toward?

Were we initially rowing from something?

Why?

The answer is not literal, not “the churn of water,” the “pounding,” the “falls/plunging.” We have to go into symbol and metaphor at this point.

The speaker leaves us to answer. Our only clue: a life without love hasn’t much worth.

Would you like me to tell you the answer?

What makes you think I know?