I've recently barred up another window in my house... It's caused some internal distracion of the heart. I feel like by doing this I've somehow separated myself from the outside world a little bit more. I won't describe how the expanded steel was installed or the method how by I bolted it on but I will describe my feelings during this expiriance. Fear, distraction, the knowledge that I somehow am fooling myself into a false sense of sequrity and sending a subtle message of fear into those who visit my house. On the other hand...we have had break-ins on the property lately.

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

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 lightening 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, to late, they grieved it on it's 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.