boing wrote: ↑Tue Jul 21, 2020 7:05 pmPerhaps there is a little lesson here - we should all have an "angel" on the site.
We are fortunate that Cape had good friends and contacts who could eventually update us on his condition rather than having him disappear mysteriously into the sunset with us not knowing whether he had passed on or whether he had simply lost interest in the site for some reason.
boing I agree, even the folks that I don't necessarily agree with here, nor they with me, and who I have never met, have become uncommonly meaningful. Indeed there are some here, who I may never meet whose absence I would miss very much indeed! Tis a strange virtual word indeed...Dylan Thomas - 1914-1953
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.
All in all there are some fine people here and I am pleased and honoured, to be an acquaintance, however transient, with them.
Life may not be the party you hoped for, but while you're here, you may as well dance. 
