October 11, 2023: Rage, Rage, do not go Gentle into that Good Night
Dylan Thomas, what a great poet. This is the way I am feeling right now. Up to my pits in outrageous indignation. Just trying to keep my head above water with the project. Lots of people have ideas. And I have ideas. Ideas are a very good thing. But a smidgeon of them require action. My friend Bill, who salvages and distributes books – I was to get together with him to talk on Sunday at 10:00 a.m. (gack) about the project. I had hoped that he would also clean and stamp books. Tonight he sent me an email saying that on Sunday, he will not “wash” books. Rage, Rage, do not go Gentle into that Good Night. I am learning a lot about human nature. I thought some about those who “wash” books and take time and care doing this task. And I thought some about those who “wash” books and don’t take much time or care in doing this task. How come, I wondered, it is that no two people approach any task in the same manner? Me, I’ve learned to take time and care in doing this task because I have come to realize that this is marketing. Readers are less apt to take a grody book in hand than a clean one. |
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It was snowing this morning, big fat flakes that came down slowly. I took the dogs for a walk, and I caught some of the flakes on my tongue. I was glad to see later today that the snow did not stick. It could be that we are due for a few more days of good weather. I was not glad to see an individual working on our new neighbor’s outbuilding. To call this an outbuilding is a misnomer. It is a so-called shed, larger than our cabin. I had this feeling that this lone individual, who was driving a white van, is prepping this building for electrical purposes. Rage, Rage, do not go Gentle into that Good Night I repeat, we will move if electrical power comes into the hood. This is because a road upgrade will follow. By this I mean that Murphy Road will be paved. With pavement comes faster traffic. Slowly, my riding roads and trails are being usurped. Rage, Rage, do not go Gentle into that Good Night In other words, this line means don’t go passively when it’s your time to die. Fight this tooth and nail because when all is said and done, death is pretty final. It is also fraught with uncertainty. We human beings are supposedly evolved, but not evolved enough to know what becomes of us when we do die. Yeah, I fear death. I suspect that those who have faith don’t fear death. My take on this is that I’d hate to spend my entire life believing in a self-imposed self-promise. Rage, Rage, do not go Gentle into that Good Night It’s sort of hard not to when it gets dark so early. |
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