To fight?

Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage, rage against the dying of the light...*

Or not? For it is our lot. To fight? Or accept our plight? To be, or not to be? Despite all our might, we are shadows to the night. So breathe, just breathe until tomorrow, then dream farewell and sleep forever. Dust in the wind again, for only in death can we be truly free.

*'Do not go gentle into that good night', Extract of the poem by Dylan Thomas 1914-53.