Sometimes, when the drink has gripped my soul, I see more clearly than I have done at any other time. As the saying goes, the scales fall from my eyes, and hitherto opaque corners of my soul are illuminated with a brilliant light. Situations that seemed complex become simple. My true feelings are divined. Apparently nsoluble problems are solved.

I wish, in these moments, that I could reassemble long-gone moments and relive them in a better way or at least explain myself in a way that was impossible at the time.

Then, hoping for greater insight, I take another drink. But the veil returns, thicker than before I ever took a drop, and I lose all I saw, hopefully to be recalled on yet another hazy evening as a miraculous revelation.
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