Life as light bends to the will of gravity, the ever-expanding wave of being warping the weft of existence. While the interfering particles children...
Not for me the long slow romantic drama of the guttering candle. The genteel fade into darkness. Nor the painful slavery to machines and medicines. I would go out like a light.
Born with a bit of the blarney stone between your teeth, the jester in your genes; you charmed the world with laughter. Disarmed it with your love of life,