Did you know, that one night; one moonless, clear, shining night; with the shadowy silhouettes of trees crisp against the star-filled sky I, on the high, level terrace of my flat, stretched out my hand! Against all odds and possibilities of unbelief and grief a life of searchings, discontent, and a nagging sense of unreality A spider-web intuition of a spread-out, intricate illusion that wilfully withheld the truth from me.