I return to the kramat on Signal Hill at dusk. After spending some time in the incense-scented interior, I return to the side of the hill where my friends and I sat on that tragic day three years ago. The clouds are out and today there is no visible line between the sky and the sea. Just one immense stretch of space. You cannot see where the sky ends and where the sea begins.
Substance ceases to be classified.
I am thinking of Wrankmore's act. About how it could somehow have been inspired by the spirit of Sheikh Mohamed Hassen Ghaibie Shah al Qadri, a follower of Sheikh Yusuf, buried here on Signal Hill. In these days of separate identity politics and fundamentalism, Wrankmore's non-partisan spirit is divine inspiration to me.