Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator. Don’t stop to think, don’t interrupt the scream, exhale, release life’s rapture.” Vladimir Nabokov Last night when I discovered this quote on a blog, I immediately recalled my dream from the night before.  In the dream my dog let out a howl responding to a loud noise. In his elder years, Duchy took up a new habit. Whenever Judy puttered in the basement too long he stood at the stairs and howled for her. Would our society be less violent if we had howling stations, open spaces like driving ranges, to release all the pent up…