communication clearing, filtering, smoke and fog, assumed views out windows, treacherous passage, icebergs await beyond veils of white, water vapor, shielding, unknown, and left to wonder, to attempt to piece together, fragments glimpsed, jigsaw, jugsaw, looking for the corners, the edges, for containment, for understand, for preparation, as a boy scout, and the sun rises, the dawn of days, morning comes and it's gone, or maybe the coast draws near, and the beam shines forth, sweeping across the nighttime sky, a lighthouse, a beacon, a point of reference, and the navigators draw furiously on maps, plotting, securing, rulers and pencils in a frenzy.