Thursday, December 10, 2020

Crossing the Rubicon: Alea Iacta Est

Take the high road, take the low
Take any one you're on
I poured the cup, I passed it along
And I crossed the Rubicon

It’s probably nothing really, just a roar from the belly of the beast.

Or, alternatively, it may be the metaphorical crossing of the Rubicon - a move you may recall that started a 5 year civil war and effectively marked the end of the Roman Republic and the beginning of the Roman Empire. I wouldn’t read too much into it though as it is but a metaphor. And a republic that permits electoral fraud and cheating in order win an election and seize power has lost its way as a republic anyway.

I don’t portend to know what any of this means, nobody caught in the middle of historic times ever does for certain.

So instead I offer you a little musical interlude from an amazing American wordsmith.

I feel the holy spirit inside
See the light that freedom gives
I believe it's in the reach of
Every man who lives
Keep as far away as possible
It's darkest 'fore the dawn (oh, Lord)
I turned the key, I broke it off
And I crossed the Rubicon

Mornin' baby, I used to look my mind
I truly believe that you are
Couldn't be anybody else but you
Who's come with me this far
The killing frost is on the ground
And the autumn leaves are gone
I lit the torch, I looked to the east
And I crossed the Rubicon

Bob Dylan, copyright 2020

Dylan, still relevant, after all these years: who’d have thunk. (Still can’t sing though)

*Alea iacta est: the die has been cast