The moon, beaming forth through the clouds during what we here call night, deemed subtle by 21 years of moderately consistent and considerably persistent sensual perception, altered slightly by eclipses, harvest moons and other planetary alignments so far beyond my grasp, attempting to keep this world, this universe, our existence, in balance, disrupted by mankind, our greed, stupidity, indifference, and naivety, unveiled and unadulterated by atmospheric dissimulation, is beautiful tonight.