Woke up at 3:40am because I couldn't sleep. Finished This is marketing, by Seth Godin Coffee with the man the legend Rusty Rehl. Came back, obsessed over, Compositional studies. Mostly engraving today I'm already planning my Cello Solo. So I know I need to be wrapping up this flute work. Made A LOT of Headway. 5 plus Hours. Then a much needed meeting at Recovery Dharma. Where I watched the moment that one woman with breast cancer find out that her friend who also had breast cancer had died. And what of this life now?
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. -Dylan Thomas
I can only do my work, and fight to win the war of mine own mind and continue unflinchingly., to not go, gentle. And to rage Assuming I haven't been granted the fortune of smiling back at death by dawn, I'll See you tomorrow Lovelies
TAYLOR ROSS™|MUSIC 
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