Rage, Dominion

Woke up this morning to words of Dylan Thomas.... though which ones. As the hours rolled from pessimistic to optimistic, it is important to keep in mind the graveness of the hour and the struggle against the infinite pain that becomes regularized. He fights on, and knows the outcome.
There is surely a thought to see the other side, but love remains triumphant and so the clarion call reigns - not yet. And so, upon midday arrival today, he jokingly worries about getting mistaken as a lawyer now that another of Halifax has signed on.

The hour grows late, and we must be further. In Ottawa they toast my new-found status, and so we must in Halifax. Always with a mind to the counterpart on QEII's 7th floor, who rages coherently. Survivor of a few years of the Great War - from Brighton through to France, Holland, Belgium, and Germany under such wholly different circumstances than mine own 50 years later. You cannot end him with a broken hip. At least without the most valiant fight.

The rum and cokes, however unworthy, are for him tonight. And the flights of angels will wait. For:

HORATIO
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!

HAMLET
And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
There are more things in
heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

We dream of the strange and wonderful. And though we don't believe, we do imagine.

Let it not be now. The spark burns still.