There are quick moments of clarity that happen shortly after midnight in a dark & silent living room. There and then gone. They happen when the room is black and shadowed except for the brilliant, shimmery, boiling point of white light that is Sirius piercing its way through trackless space and the bare tree limbs and the window pane. For a flash a clear line of sight is achieved across an immeasurable distance and all the _____ things you stubbornly and stupidly don't believe during daylight hours are recognized and accepted as true--then to be clouded over again by the confusing opacity of dreams.