The moon was bright in cloudless blue of the morning sky, gibbous and decidedly
round, no danger of mistaking it for a mere disk in the heavens. And suddenly,
as your car lurched down the interstate you felt that if you could only shake
off the distractions of groceries & work & paying the electric bill, and just
think *broadly* enough, just remain fully lucid & conscious for more than a few
seconds at a time, that you could touch the moon without effort, & countless
other spheres across space.