Things are slowly approaching a climax of the last thirty-eight weeks that passed since the time the seeds were sown. The event that we have feared, yet looked forward to and hoped for, is about to burst open the veil of the not-yet and swamp us with its immediacy and, of course, its consequences that span one’s lifetime.

Be it to-morrow and the day-after, we shall rush out to meet the destiny that awaits us, and attempt to bring out the be(a)st in us.

A son.