DOMINION

Let us pause Time. For we have the ability to do so. For Time is the illusion of motion in the continuum of Being. Working Edward’s life into a story, we replicate that illusion. Events pass before our mind’s eye, as clouds scudding across the sky. There – it is the morning of 14 September. Edward is lost in the Mass, caught up in eternity.¹ Light falls dappled through a leafy place, somewhere outside. Farther away a skylark hangs motionless, dissolving Time in its song. The sun shines on London, Rome, and Jerusalem. Its dominion ebbs into shadows at the