...the real best out of the evening...

So, say it again: the night may be starless and dateless, but it's far from pitiless. In the wake of Tommy Burns's death, the emotional pressure on the Celtic players at Tannadice must have been immense, but now they can accept it properly, and everyone else can breathe again- it was sad and scary, and almost unbearable, but ultimately joyful, a celebration.

In Yeats's phrase, 'We sing amid our uncertainty'.