For a small time it seemed that the heavens had gaped open and invited me to its realm, and the moon was aligned with the sun but only for a moment this may have been true only in a day dream or herbal haze. Perfection although unattainable, was in view as a distant sunset fading out of view only to give rise to the night. The night, where one imagines most, because of the bleakness of vision forcing me to dream.