My dream dropped me in the Ocean
And as I hit the water
The scarcity of Light showed me
The Absence is eternal;
The Peace, Complete.
Best accept the permanence.
I think it's extraordinary and wonderful that you've been able to make peace with that kind of permanence, though it is beyond my comprehension how. I find it truly terrifying, and there's a part of me that -even thinking about it now- cries out in defiance of that suspended, eternal moment that I know is inevitable. I'm reminded of the Dylan Thomas poem, "Do Not Go Gentle into that Goodnight." Thomas echoes what I think is one of the most fundamental of all human conflicts, and I think one must be highly-evolved, indeed, to move beyond it! : )
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rage 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 think it's extraordinary and wonderful that you've been able to make peace with that kind of permanence, though it is beyond my comprehension how. I find it truly terrifying, and there's a part of me that -even thinking about it now- cries out in defiance of that suspended, eternal moment that I know is inevitable. I'm reminded of the Dylan Thomas poem, "Do Not Go Gentle into that Goodnight." Thomas echoes what I think is one of the most fundamental of all human conflicts, and I think one must be highly-evolved, indeed, to move beyond it! : )
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Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage 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.