in memoriam 2

We all share a compulsion for life, a sense of not wanting to let go and yet when we live, we often do so in a habitual, unaware state. When confronted by death I often turn to the words of Dylan Thomas, 'rage, rage against the dying light' but then when I begin, again, to think of life the words that often come to mind are ...

'Row, row, row your boat,
Gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.'


Within that tension, between the childish rhyme and the poets considered words lies the trick to life, an awareness of one's own mortality but not a dwelling upon it, an awareness of one's own life but not a dwelling upon it. Requiescat in pace.

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do not go gentle into that good night
row, row, row your boat