This world is a vanishing quantity. I am glad soon to be quit of it. It has nothing to offer in the end but bagatelles that can fool only the foolish and must leave the wise unsatisfied. Vanitas vanitatum; omnia vanitas.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the
dying of the light.
Clever verse from a drunken fool to be admired by adolescents. It amounts to:
Do not go gentle from this dark Cave,
Old age should cherish its lack of sight:
But rage, rage against the gaining of the Light.