"Hey, it's me. I was thinking about this poem I read a long time ago called, "Do Not Go Gently Into That Good Night" I dont' remember much of it, but I know that it's about dying. 'Do not go gently into that good night, fight, fight against the dying of the light'. I was thinking that alot of things you do, alot of your decisions are resignations of things you wish you had done, things you weren't brave enough to do. I see it happening again and I kept thinking of these lines. This is me imploring you to fight, fight against the dying of the light."

"Hi, me again. That poem I talked about last night? the line is actually, "rage, rage against the dying of the light", which is an important distinction. In fact, that's the word that made the poem so memorable in the first place, it's such an odd and excellent choice to use when talking about combating death, this unfortunate inevitability. So, my darling, rage! rage against the dying of the light. And call me after 7."