5dana8
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Found this today...actually saw it in the movie "Back to School" and found it very inspirational:
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Do not go gentle into that good night Old age should burn and rave at the close of day; Rage,rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know that 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.
From the Dylan Thomas Page
Never give up no matter what
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CaliforniaLyme
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I love Dylan Thomas*)!*)!! **********************************
A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, Of A Child In London
Never until the mankind making Bird beast and flower Fathering and all humbling darkness Tells with silence the last light breaking And the still hour Is come of the sea tumbling in harness
And I must enter again the round Zion of the water bead And the synagogue of the ear of corn Shall I let pray the shadow of a sound Or sow my salt seed In the least valley of sackcloth to mourn
The majesty and burning of the child's death. I shall not murder The mankind of her going with a grave truth Nor blaspheme down the stations of the breath With any further Elegy of innocence and youth.
Deep with the first dead lies London's daughter, Robed in the long friends, The grains beyond age, the dark veins of her mother, Secret by the unmourning water Of the riding Thames. After the first death, there is no other.
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All truth goes through 3 stages: first it is ridiculed: then it is violently opposed: finally it is accepted as self evident. - Schopenhauer Posts: 5639 | From Aptos CA USA | Registered: Apr 2005
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