SWAN SONG

Closure is a false harmony, a siren song masquerading as a swan song

Feb 21, 2026

SWAN SONG
Closure is a false harmony, a siren song masquerading as a swan song.

A Sunday Sermon: 22.02.26

Please watch clip/video below/bottom: AMBYION . WONDERS
and crank it!

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There’ll be bluebirds over
The white cliffs of Dover
Tomorrow, just you wait and see

There’ll be love and laughter
And peace ever after
Tomorrow, when the world is free
Jimmy will go to sleep
In his own little room again

There’ll be bluebirds over
The white cliffs of Dover
Tomorrow, when the world is free

The only people for me are the mad ones; the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”

Jack Kerouac, On the Road

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My Swan Song is floating on a cloud.

I’m improvising - thinking out loud. Streaming the sermon in real time.
What year is this? 2026. Right. Praise be. I may be somewhat out of line here.
Perilous times means taking more risks, or perish unnoticed. My first fear?
Being ordinary. I almost want to apologize. It’s cryptic. Needs to be.

It’s a final chapter and my favourite … witnessing whims and wonders,
Allowing transparency in transposition, letting the chips fall where they may.
A prime directive that lets everyone just BE; no pushes, no pulls, no expectations,
no judgements and no games. No identities and no claims. Allowing aspiration.
Inspiration. Confession: I had no idea (that it could all be this simple).
My training was complicated and coercive. Turns out it’s none of that.

Revelation: When Mommy sang White Cliffs of Dover to me? I always thought
that the ‘Jimmy will go to sleep, in his own little room again’ … was her
putting my name in the song to personalize it all for me. A wonderful distraction.
1958 in Sudbury Ontario? Was a long time ago. Loved that though. The song.
Mommy’s voice. At age 2, I was already making it way more complicated
than it needed to be.

Just out of my circular wash basin bath. Baby powder, jammies then time for bed
and the song … over & over, every night for 3 glorious years. A lullaby.
Nothing touches Mommy love.

It wasn’t until recently that I realized that it’s actually the lyric - ‘Jimmy’ is in the song
Jimmy going to sleep? … was always there. Was always mine.

Death Wish - a trajectory in observation (time and the clock)

The global government is on a mass suicide mission for the human race.
Steven Magee

Growing up is a rude awakening - compounded with time. Optimism? Hanging on.
So difficult to say this but, closure is service. A more pragmatic principle. Painless.
That said, trajectories alter, changing course. It happens. Wishful. Weary.

Right. So this whole Doomsday Clock business? Speculation. I mean as of January 27, 2026 we have a whole 85 seconds longer to live? Yay! A system designed by world class
atomic scientists? That gives us at least another 10 years right? Party time!

Many humans fantasize about death. The apocalypse is almost pornographic. The trajectory is our only calculated clue. Tomorrow is another day. The scenario is superficial; a prediction - and so ... let’s play. Submission has its place. A preference. Complicit. Prophetic. Take me to the promised land. Ah Sunday school.
An exercise in feeble folklore. A cozy corner to crouch into.

Compliance is a pawn, a twisted trophy and a throw away. Disposable.
The trajectory is always tragic and the timeline is tempered. Tested. Trusted.

2050 - mass migration

Assuming that the Doomsday Clock is bunk, there would appear to be peripheral
ramifications. Global warming is more foreseeable and has a more finite resolution.
The fact that almost half the population thinks it’s a hoax? Only ensures its inevitability. Why change anything if it doesn’t exist? Not real for me = not real.

As the climate crisis drives millions, then tens, then hundreds of millions of people north, in a desperate search for survival, existing genocides will replay themselves over & over & over in rapid succession until the fragile social and environmental networks that hold the global community together disintegrate.

The Takeaway?

Canada is appealing for a number of reasons. A vast, relatively untouched innocence
conveniently situated in our northern hemisphere with hardly anyone living here.
As time unfolds, it will become more and more obvious that we Canadians live in a preferred location with an extended timeline. The world we live in is however considerably more sinister. Watching from a distance before coming to realize that it’s all happening right in our own back yard and that we too, are vulnerable to the elements.

Our collective psychopathy is indeed transparent AND we ‘collectively’ welcome it.
Think about that. Half of us would rather trade our wayward wonder and love for our fellow human, for an idea - an ideology imposed by one man. A new home? Safe from adversaries? Away from other people? Away from them. Away from living.
Our death wish is difficult to look at but is as real as the trajectory we are on.

Agreeing to this course of action is voluntary and the coercion is seamless.
Almost invisible. A system of commands, judgements, a new world order.
Alternatives? I can see it … in the sky.

In the wonders …