08/05/2025
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, Rage against the dying of the light
Fight with tools that create fertile land,
Education, compassion, ruthless immovable love.
We are each a thread on the tapestry of fate,
Shunt the pattern into something beautiful and coordinate to collectively weave the world you wish to create.
Inhabit a space of limitless being ,where fantasy thrives and your wildest dreams are manifest visions.
A place to unleash your love- to celebrate a brief moment in time- together, alive, proud and free.
A place to Play, dance, sing, sew, laugh and hug.
An invitation to pour yourself and your soul into something that sets your heart on fire and fills your wings so you cannot help but fly- soaring together above the stone but for a few short days.
We must love, for our time is short, and we all must grieve.
Take a moment to grieve, for Grief is too much love, with nowhere to go. Pour it out into this world you that you have helped bring to life.
For the things you loved you can no longer do, the places you've loved you can no longer go, the people you've loved you can no longer hold.
Love as hard as you can, for them and for you, for life can be cruel and sudden and the things left unsaid weigh heavy until the end of days.
Take a moment to reflect upon how you feel, right here, right now, in a shared second of collective focus.
Take still frame of your current emotions within your heart- a transcendental photograph of your metaphysical self.
Flick through the pages of your story, from your birth until your death.
Now use the still frame of your emotional landscape as a bookmark- to echo through time and space as a landmark- as a beacon- a light that shines through your life so the person you continue to become will always have a light to steer by in the darkest of times.
No- do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage
Rage against the dying of the light.
Love yourself, and each other. And use your power, to change what you can, where you can. Those tiny moments add up into wonderful things.
Open the garden of your mind and plant some seeds. Water them with love and let the winds of fate and chance blow them into the gardens of others, cross pollinate and bloom and Effloresce.
For our time is short, and the desert is encroaching, and the darkness is approaching. Neck ties and nine to fives and KPI's and exhausted sighs And THEY ARE STEALING OUR TIME and killing our land and BUYING OUR LIVES but they cannot ever have this place that we have made with our hands in our hearts and our minds.
No, Do not go gentle into that good night,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
As this chapter closes and we part ways- we invite you to reflect, inspect, expect and accept.
Most of us will meet again, but some will not.
Honour the time we have had, and the faces you see and the friends you have made and the ones you hold dear.
We may or may not see you next year.
Bring your love, and change the world- we hope that we have filled you with light-
So that you may go.
But do not go gently, into that good night.
No, rage, rage against the dying of the light.
By Will Ackroyd,
Inspired by the poem of the same name by Dylan Thomas
