Wow, there is so much going on in the world right now - wall street, health care reform, hospital bankrupcy, china’s tainted milk (among other things like politics for one). I have so much to burn and rave about, kind of exploding with opinions and questions here. Can’t do much about it right now, though, since I’m studying for a pretty important test. But even if I had time, burning and raving according to Dylan Thomas’ poem “Do Not Go” was not just about expressing strong feelings. It was about action. He was fiercely begging his father to fight illness and the death bed until the very end. That’s what I wish I had time for. To fight for the better water and product quality and health care for everyone, to donate and deliver my unworn clothes and other excesses to not some agency but my neighbors in need. The more news I hear of how screwed up the world is, the more I want to burn and rave for one little corner at a time. It really sucks to be tied up with this studying right now. On the other hand, if I burn and rave for my test and do well, I might just be in a better position to burn and rave for my patients and neighbors. It’s all about picking one’s battles and right now I suppose the most prudent one to fight is the online question bank.
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.
