In the deepest, darkest part of the forest, one may come upon a bright and open clearing.  Here the light of aletheia (from the Greek a-: ‘not’ + lethe :’hidden, concealed or dead’ = unhiding) reveals previously undisclosed possibilities.  As the Sun moves, so the light illuminates, elucidates, then shades and darkens Everything in its turn.  It is perfect.  If it should be some other way, it would be that way, and it is not that way.  It’s this way.  And it is perfect.