Just in time for Christmas
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Re: Just in time for Christmas
And so this is the AI tech that all the pseudo “high tech business leaders” of our time are so enamored with…
Their pseudo gift to the future that’s gonna drive the cars, trucks, busses, planes and ships into the brighter future…. Phbbbt!
What a load of bilge water…
And I thought RoboCop and 1984 was tongue in cheek dystopian claptrap two levels above a shrugging Atlas that defined the bottom under the scum of the barrel bottom… oh well…. Hal at least had an off switch… and the terminator could smelt himself.. at least until that final bunker bit….
….The wealthiest of people overwhelming prove out to be some of the dumbest and vile and reprehensible…but that’s what it is for the moment.
So, here at the beginning of a New Year reminds, with sincere respect, me of that poem by Welsh poet Dylan Thomas (1914–1953), and is one of his best-known works "Do not go gentle into that good night"….
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.
I look at it as a call for ordinary intelligent people to “seize the day, the hour, the moment” as one has the opportunity, to use the resources at hand so one can embrace the temporal moments of life with a whole hearted passion as they are available.
Live them, Enjoy them, Experience them, Treasure them inspite of whatever ‘might be’ pending may come.
For in striving forward in actively pursuing the “doing the next right thing” to “improve the lot of our fellow travelers” and “make the world a better place than you found it” we can and do “change the future for the better”. History tells us repeatedly that often times all it takes is one person willing to make a difference to make all the difference…
Happy New Year!
Their pseudo gift to the future that’s gonna drive the cars, trucks, busses, planes and ships into the brighter future…. Phbbbt!
What a load of bilge water…
And I thought RoboCop and 1984 was tongue in cheek dystopian claptrap two levels above a shrugging Atlas that defined the bottom under the scum of the barrel bottom… oh well…. Hal at least had an off switch… and the terminator could smelt himself.. at least until that final bunker bit….
….The wealthiest of people overwhelming prove out to be some of the dumbest and vile and reprehensible…but that’s what it is for the moment.
So, here at the beginning of a New Year reminds, with sincere respect, me of that poem by Welsh poet Dylan Thomas (1914–1953), and is one of his best-known works "Do not go gentle into that good night"….
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.
I look at it as a call for ordinary intelligent people to “seize the day, the hour, the moment” as one has the opportunity, to use the resources at hand so one can embrace the temporal moments of life with a whole hearted passion as they are available.
Live them, Enjoy them, Experience them, Treasure them inspite of whatever ‘might be’ pending may come.
For in striving forward in actively pursuing the “doing the next right thing” to “improve the lot of our fellow travelers” and “make the world a better place than you found it” we can and do “change the future for the better”. History tells us repeatedly that often times all it takes is one person willing to make a difference to make all the difference…
Happy New Year!