The unexpected voice only sounds familiar because it rings through the darkness like the choice—the choice that should have killed you. You always recognize the Truth, for it stirs the mire and alights with fire the soul within. Can you turn and grab hold of the horns in the thicket and drag him across the pavement, and watch his eyes go wide in amazement as you both recognize each other— like twins revisiting the sameness and uniqueness— mirrored, cubistic, humanistic— beauty and bleakness? The crushing weight that made you stumble can be shed, but only by stepping and falling, bleeding, crawling. The rage that blinds you; the crimes behind you. The times you've sinned, the divine within live together within us— the alchemy of heaven.