I saw a full moon through the darkly purple boughs and heavy greens of an oak deep in the Valley of Dulcinea. Transfixed, I stared until the distance between us became a tunnel of wood, leaf, and sky.
Luna shimmered and I swear on everything holy that She has a face and and that She spoke to me.
it is me said she
and i saw that it was thee
thy blue silver light falling upon us
thy redeeming light casting out darkness
thy laboring light giving birth to art
thy shadow light showing depth of soul
In that moment I knew the way Descartes dreamed of knowing.
she is therefore i am
On that day I will pass through wood, leaf, and sky into Her presence, She who chose what I did not choose, She who was what I was not, She who comforted me within when no comfort was found without.
And now She has given me a new name.
I am the Man of La Mancha.