And in the night you realize$$$ when you wake out of a dream$$$ overcome and captivated by the enchantment of visions that crowd in on each other$$$ just how fragile a handhold$$$ how tenuous a boundary separates us from darkness - we are little flames$$$ inadequately sheltered by thin walls from the tempest of dissolution and insensibility in which we flicker and are often all but extinguished. Then the muted sounds of battle surrounds us$$$ and we creep into ourselves and stare wide-eyed into the night.