“All that surrounds me is rage and beauty is contained within”, for fury and the sense of the Universe is one we truly can never witness fully but we can imagine, we can see the stars unravel, the sea collide as Shakespeare’s Tempest and the starting of the storm that comes when the blood begins to boil because we have the ability to imagine, to observe and remain the bystander on the shore looking up at our own Sun and wonder just how fortunate we are to be alive when it burns so well but how doomed we are knowing the rage around us, the fire in our bones is slowly running out and that it is only fear driving us on.