'DANCING on the edge of a precipice' was how the BBC described those Greeks (forced, like Odysseus, to navigate a passage between the Troika's Scylla and Syriza's Charybdis) celebrating the 'No' vote in their July 2015 referendum.

In July 1915 at the height of the disastrously inspired and politically misconceived Dardanelles expedition, The Times wrote: 'It is difficult to imagine why the British have been left almost entirely in the dark.'

In their covert lust for power, the EU's 'inspired' Eurocrats ('the euro will work because we will make it work') are dancing in the dark and risk taking our souls to the very edge of the precipice and the kind of darkness about which St John of the Cross wrote in July 1585.

In his Dark Night of the Soul he describes the journey from the distractions and entanglements of 'the world' (which, as Wordsworth put it, 'is too much with us; late and soon, getting and spending, we lay waste our powers' – Oh torrid Tories! What's left of the seventh day of rest deserves preserving) to a divine union of love.

The city does not need the sun or the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gives it light, and the Lamb is its lamp.' (Revelation 21-23) ... so if you're blinded by the light but don't want to start a fire then openly go right ahead and 'Dance, dance, wherever you may be' because 'I am the Lord of the dance, said he, and I'll lead you all, wherever you may be.'

– John Muir, Newnham.