“Rage, rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

Beautiful words, which once understood are pure bunk. Resist death. Honor life with your resistance. In your resistance you can find meaning in life. Dylan, you are so very wrong.

From this premise flows all that is sad and lonely, painful and struggle-filled in life.

Rage against those who do not believe as you do.

Rage against your inability to get what you want.

Rage against life as it is in this moment.

Rage against each other.

Rage against life.

Rage if you must, but just a heads-up, life always wins.

There’s a reason the planet and its people are mere seconds away from self-destruction.

Oh my God! What a way to live: raging, resisting, menacing, reacting, overpowering, being overpowered, caged animals fighting for scraps.

Resistance. Fear. Force. Bending life to your will.

We honor men and women who do this, who pile up the spoils of war, who force others to submit, who use fear and power as tools to win the prize, who sell their souls, and the world, without a thought.

And we have it all totally ass-backwards.

It is with full surrender that life’s meaning shines brightly, through open hearts that we honor life.

 We do not honor life by escaping into power hungry behaviors or even into the divine. Wherever we go that is not right here, right now, married to life as it is, is an attempt to escape our precious, messy humanness.

We are here to become fully human, not superhuman, nor fully divine. Fully. human. To feel our fragility, to experience our vulnerability, to deeply directly uninhibitedly touch and taste all the sensations of aliveness., all of them: the intense dark, the vibrant light, the welling up of sadness overflowing with tears, the face splitting smile, the ache of loss, of sorrow that settles in like a dense fog, and joy unreasoned, unseasoned, the awe-filled simplicity of being .. the totality of life’s sacred offering.

Resisting life is insane. Raging against its beauty, even when that beauty seems ugly to the resisting mind … is … I have no words that could ever come close.

My friend, DO go gentle into that good night …

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Poetry Quote: Dylan Thomas