That I should sit still and accept what end awaits me, is to give up at the very time when one has accumulated so much which needs to be shared or, perhaps, it is simply evidence, an admission or perception, of time wasted; at the very least, misunderstood. No, I cannot sit idle; I will not wait, like so much wheat in a field, for the coming of the reaper. Life is still too rich, the soil too fertile, to go silently from this existence into the next.
Will you rage against the dying of your own light and, if so, do you really know why? To read more of “My Sunday Thought” for August 5, please follow the attach link: Raging Against the Dying of the Light