A husband, a father, a dealer, a king
Walt Whitman, a famous American poet, has a brief poem entitled “Gliding Over All”. It goes as such:
Glinding o’er all, through all,
Through Nature, Time, and Space,
As a ship on the waters advancing,
The voyage of the soul–not life alone,
Death, many deaths I’ll sing.
Breaking Bad has had its fair share of breakthroughs and revelations, but none so big as this. Plus, leave it to the writers to reveal it in such a comical and brilliant manner. However, before I move on to the end of the episode we must glide over the rest of it.