RAGE RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-DYLAN THOMAS

In 1947, Dylan Thomas wrote these words as his father lay dying, nearly blind, suffering from what many believe was cancer. The man couldn’t believe that his once valiant and strong father could be reduced by the invisible reaper known as death. So instead, he pleaded in a silent scream for him to rebel. Deny death. DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT!  And those words would live forever. Of course, his father still died. Death is not one easily beaten. And yet in those words, his father has found a way to triumph over death. They say that true death occurs when your name is last uttered upon this world. So Dylan Thomas ensured HIS father would cheat death by having not necessarily his name live on but his essence. It is his father’s essence that made Dylan dream that he could defeat death. It is his father’s essence that has now moved me to fight until the last drop of blood drains from my body. As long as my mind can still think, as long as my blood still flows, as long as my teeth still chatter, I will rage rage against the dying of the light. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. RAGE RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT….  RAGE... RAGE... RAGE... RAGE... RAGE... RAGE... RAGE... RAGE... RAGE... RAGE...  AGAINST THE DYING OF THE LIGHT.

Death will always win… but at least, thanks to Dylan’s father… I can pretend.

Death by Rebirth coming soon…