On the eve of a new moon everything seems blackest, in chaos, in smoldering ruins. But that is rarely how things actually are, however. To act as if the blackness and chaos is real will certainly bring it about. To carry on as though all is right, exactly how it should be, the way you last really saw it in daylight, is an act of faith. I remembered that only late in the evening. Well on my way to being twisted and tormented by the illusion of those smoldering ruins. Seeing the beauty then was an indication of my belief.