❝ Laughing, crying, tumbling, mumbling.
Gotta do more, gotta be more.
Chaos screaming, chaos dreaming,
Gotta do more, gotta be more! ❞
—— Charlie “Nuwanda” Dalton (Dead Poet’s Society, 1989)
Carpe Diem - Seize the Day
Neil Perry, your smile hurts my soul.
Todd: I’m not like you, all right? You say things and people listen… I’m not like that.
Neil: Don’t you think you could be?
Todd: No! I… I don’t know, but that’s not the point. The point is that there’s nothing you can do about it.
“I close my eyes and this image floats beside me,
A sweaty toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain.
His hands reach out and choke me,
And all the time he’s mumbling, ‘Truth. Truth like a blanket
That always leaves your feet cold.’
You push it, you stretch it; it’ll never be enough.
You kick it at, you beat it; it’ll never cover any of us.
From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying,
It’ll just cover you face as you wail and cry and scream.”
“Oh, Captain, my Captain.”