Spirituality
21 Apr 17
21 Apr 17
Originally posted by AshiitakaWait! That seems minor to me. Nobody wants a frucking catheter but you have more to offer, more to say, more to do? More to share? I believe this: Do not go gentle into that good night.
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The moment someone has to help me relieve myself I'll take an overdose. I don't want to drag out my death.
Rage!
Originally posted by apathistI don't want people to think I pretend to say that first. Dylan Thomas, I guess. I hate poetry, but this is pretty good stuff:
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Rage!
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.
I really don't like poetry. It makes me feel inadequate.
22 Apr 17
Originally posted by whodeySome humor would help. You got any?
Reading this reminds me of a cartoon I saw.
It was a man answering the door only to be confronted with the Grim Reaper dressed in pink shorts and a green tank top and a tacky straw hat. The man responds, "You call this death the dignity?"
Carry on.
I kid! You don't show humor much, I shouldn't knock you down. You misspelled "with" though. I like words until my dying day. Your thoughts to scribbles that become thoughts in other brains! That is freaking magic.
22 Apr 17
Originally posted by apathistSome of us got it the first time.
I don't want people to think I pretend to say that first. Dylan Thomas, I guess. I hate poetry, but this is pretty good stuff: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 lightni ...[text shortened]... gainst the dying of the light.
I really don't like poetry. It makes me feel inadequate.
22 Apr 17
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Originally posted by karoly aczelYou "hope"??
Rage against that mofo machine!!
Seriously ,at 42I've raged enough and I'm tired and see all the crap in the world and think "I hope the world is better than when I entered it" , but sometimes I'm not so sure.
The politics of fear cloud any advancement in spirituality generally ...
What have you done to "make it so"? Anything?
There's plenty of time left to actually make that difference.