Once in a lifetime you get the Big Prize but it comes wrapped in rainy days and cotton batting, incognito if you will. You stupid fuck, wake up will you, all you have to do is throw out a hand and there it is, shiny as the 4th of July, fantastic as a first kiss, spinning like a new planet. You'll look back like Girl Genius some day and say, yes yes THAT was the day, the thing that lit you, burned…