When you put on the wrong glasses, you see confusion. Until now an abstract noun, in this blur it is clear. Remove the offending lenses and return to that other fuzziness, familiar to you since age ten when the world lost its straight lines. Find the right pair and get back to as good as it’s going to get. If you find yourself looking for moral clarity anywhere near this sharp, forget it. When you think you’ve found it, you’ve just picked up the wrong pair of glasses again.