“One exists in a universe convincingly real, where the lines are sharply
drawn in black and white. It is only later, if at all, that one realizes the lines
were never there in the first place…a blink at the right moment may do
it, an eye applied to a crevice, or the world seen through a tear. Then, to
most of us, the lines reassert themselves, reality steadies out. It is better so.
Every now and then, however, there comes an experience so troubling
that the kaleidoscope never quite shifts back to where it was. One must
then simply deny the episode or adjust one’s vision.” Loren Eiseley (1975)
All the Strange Hours: The Excavation of a Life. NY: Scribners, 105