Born in the Heart of Darkness like Conrad from toxic horrors & scorn he fought as hard as he possibly could not to die or falter, in the coldest abodes, from Regina to Inuvik, he knew he would grow to be a scholar that bridged society with the soul of Gaia & all humans, a beautiful mind truly, far beyond what Holywood movies could describe, in other lives he was a ruler divine but in this one he was tortured like Babis & naught was offered to calm the storm of this violence, still he walked with pride, talked & prayed with shamans until he became one with the art they displayed, he hunted with traditional weapons with Indigenous bredren & sistren & two spirits, he viewed & communed with tricksters like wolves & he killed the Indian Devil, the wolverine & made me a parka with wool & fur seams to resist arctic frost, he was not as lost as we thought, he was simply miunderstood for the forgotten arts that he taught, he carried the legacy & traditions of Inuit people into academia with militance & discipline but they refused his views & called him a dissident, he refused to lose & let them conquer him but eventually all of this piled up & he was falling towards the bottom of the rift, wild luck sometimes would allow him some sunshine, but he soon saw much more of the dark than one could mind, & he couldn’t climb back up from the dungeons of his confinement, the Castle's rulers were ghastly & cruel far beyond blasphemy truly, this was like a Kafka act ghoulish, with no Metamorphosis back to his true existence, even with dutiful persistence, he could not view his offspring, he was too restricted, he saw the loop constricting him, saw the movie's ending & thought of a new beginning in a truer dimension... called the mom & talked to her of their son so she knew what was left of him, told her they wouldn’t find him & shouldn’t try, even his new wife & kid were clueless to this gruesome destiny & he left them too... cue the exit, & the beauty he truly missed since he knew this existence