ah ha, that moment, the turn, from the step away, sounds like dance steps, and maybe it is, sorta, a dance, a maneuvering, a placing of objects in or out of sight, of concepts and ideas eclipsing and shadowing, obscuring and showing, allowing the bright light of understanding to rain on down, but those walks, those times of turning your back, to look or not look at a problem, when peripheral vision is the most sensitive, trees, forest, all that jazz, those are the good times, the powerful times, the right times