I think that some Dylan Thomas might come in handy just about now.
If the end of these forums happens and I were to see all of you no more -virtually speaking .., I thank you for the time -very well- spent here, and that my contributions here were as equally well met as that which I thoroughly enjoyed reading as well as the discussions that I was a part of.
If the end ever hits us and I have enough breath still in me I hope I have the presence of mind to remember this..
Everyone who knows the words can sing along if they wish.
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.