A few years ago I was having trouble sleeping because I was jacked up on caffeine. I was in that transpositional state between sleep and wakefulness, tossing and turning. Suddenly, I could perceive everything, as if all of the circulatory cosmic wiring was illuminated in an appreciation of light. If anything, it was existential cartography, as if the secret circuitry of the macrocosm was apparent and indivisible. I understood everything. Everything. I sat up in bed and tried to figure out what to do with it. But it was too big, too vast to record in a report or a drawing or a poem. Eventually, I just laid back down and shut my eyes. Truly, nothing to do there but go right back to sleep.