... or, Smoke 'em If Ya Got 'em...

You can't argue or reason with Life or with God; you can't call it on your own terms. You just have to call it in the air, accept it as the chips fall...
The moon would rise over the obsidian roof, but until it did, there was just the black sky and the matching shingles...
It's easy to believe that there's no hope when all that surrounds you and all that you can see is darkness...
While the light in you says that it can't be dark forever, that the moon will come, and with it, the light...
But knowing and believing are two completely separate things when the only light that you can truly see comes from the cold embrace of the Winter Hunter...

And then, just by chance, you step back. One step, two, then four. And the moon becomes visible through the leaves in the trees and over the eaves of the roof.
It's then that you realize that the only thing that separates the light from the dark, the hope from the hopelessness, is just four small steps... and the limitless perspective that lies within.