Poetry
Rage, rage, against the dying of the light. - Dylan Thomas
A poem originally written when Dylan's father began to go blind. Those famous words have been adopted by some longevity advocates in regards to the process of aging and also by some Transhumanism advocates who have taken the term "light" as a reference to death or mortality.
A poem by Transhuman Tees
It's a natural process,
They say getting old
As if it is something
Either noble or bold
When your hip is stiff
You need a cane to walk
Your ears are now useless
Can't hear anyone talk
Tell me a reason
And tell me why
When I think of that coming
That I shouldn't cry
Who wants that for themselves?
Who wants that for others?
Your parents
Your children
Your sisters
Your brothers
They say I fear death
But that is a lie
I don't want to get old
If you do, tell me why.