Life as we know it, understand it, is limited by ‘Time’.
We do accept it as evident reality.
As reality of the Human Race
As Lifeforms of this Planet
Death, end of ‘Time’, is the ultimate part of our journey.
So far…
There is much that hides behind this filter. Like a sheen, a film distorting, on our sight.
There exists no definition for ‘Consciousness’, face to ‘Reality’ or number to ‘Infinity’.
So far…
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.
I do not claim to be an expert at interpreting poems, however, it is a fascinating subject that we have been battling with. Death or nearing death in this context.
Dylan begins with trying to make his point very clear. That he doesn’t want his father to give up on Life
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.
But where and how do we begin to define life?
The answer to that question is the answer, it’s the purpose.
To fulfil life’s purpose in some situations needs a collective effort.
A smaller component, a human being, a dying human being. The answer is vulnerable and sensitive to external elements. And it’s by sheer luck if you see any harmony.
Like love, wisdom is powerful. An unknown force which we haven’t understood or measured. That’s why we are most ready in reassuring ourselves that it does not exist and hence giving up.
He tells his father and Dylan tell us too.
They have tried to break you, wise men. To surrender, to accept that dark is right. Even if it falls on deaf ears, they still speak of the light.
It is only as powerful as we all make it.
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.
The inventors, the creators, the explorers were left disappointed because their work had not manifested. As their generation die they struggle harder to reach further in an attempt to finish their good work.
Then there are those who celebrate, the flight that life takes and its beauty in abundance. Only to realize that there was an end to rejoicing and sorrowful as it nears the end.
Dylan tells his father that they approached death with ferocity mightier than their approach throughout life.
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
And here, when Dylan sees his father’s final moments.
He urges his father to curse and bless with the intensity of all his life what a father can be to a son, what he should be, what he thought was the best to be for his son.
Reassuring him that even blind men eyes reflect in their final moments, the light they have gathered over a lifetime. Blazing like meteors in the night sky alight with happiness.
Drawing a parallel
Here a dying father, wise man, good man, wild man and a grave man is urging to his daughter and her companions to rage against the dying of the light, to survive so that his life’s work and all of life is preserved
Or of what is left of it.
Michael Cane who plays Dr Brand (The head of NASA who is working on an equation which will help build space stations) in the film Interstellar, recites this poem to his daughter.
In video messages which travel through the vastness of space and time to reach her, to help her keep going on with their mission.
The child of a dying father holding on to his inspiring words.
The children of a dying race held on to his inspiring words.
“Do not go gentle into that good night, rage rage, against the dying of the light”
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