Truno

I had one of those jumbled meaningless dreams you have when you are waking up.

It appears that some beloved legendary British fighter commander from WWII had died.  I forget his name.  It was something extremely Scottish.  But everyone called him “Truno.”  None of the obituaries mentioned why.  I wondered if maybe it had something to do with with “true north.”  Anyway, this fella died and there were news reports and obituaries and such.  And everyone called him “Truno.” That was the dream.

Then I completed the process of waking up.  As soon as I came awake, my brain said,  “you should worry that the idealization of WWII reveals the fundamentally apocalyptic bent of Anglo-American secular culture.”

Thanks, brain.  I guess I will worry about that now.