March 15, 2019
It was the night of the moon behind the tree. Sooner or later it seems the moon always goes behind the tree, but it is only a couple of times a year that someone looks out at it at just the right time. When they do, things line up. The moon lines up with the tree and the window. Things line up in the personís mind. It all happens in an instant and when it does, someone is left powerless to exercise their own will. At least they are robbed of the illusion of having ever had any free will.