I'm reposting the Dylan Thomas poem here:
Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953
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.
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…because I think it is interesting how the "do not go gentile into that good night" line is twice juxtaposed with an injunction to rage against the "dying of the light". The "darkness into light" theme has been a MAJOR Q theme closely aligned with the "great awakening" theme.
Think about this: "Old age should burn and rave at close of day". Umm… DJT?
(Background: Trump tweet, Pat Buchanan op ed, Q post "NOT GO SILENT INTO THE NIGHT")
Anons would do well to read and reflect on the poem I think…