Magical shit happens when cowered by doubt unable to move forward or back. It was on a midnight clear in October when the sky shook with Thor like thunder rolling across the sky black waves from the deep. Show me a sign I uttered from beneath the bedsheets. And there it was , my Billy Pilgrim moment. An object in the sky from a parallel universe appeared. Yesterday, asleep on the train, my arm resting on the windowsill, I woke as my train was about to pull into my station . A message was scratched into the surface , ” you are now in the twilight zone”… the object omitted a Cohenesque light , and I in my Richard Dreyfuss dressing gown jumped out the window and ran to the edge of our driveway ( universe) raising my fist in salute . That was the night I became Billy Pilgrim.