“The Peak” by Alec Empire

I’m feeling guilt about my age and wanting to publish comics at age 40 or above. I think professionally, there is nothing that says that I shouldn’t want to publish comics or any materials at any age, especially when I get older.

I get these feelings that come from my self, that I culled from the song “The Peak” by Alec Empire, off his album called “The Destroyer.” The self is like the “Stickman” or “Kotzaak” self, my “Alec Empire” self, one that had meaning in youth. “Die at the right time. When you’ve reached your peak, it’s time to die.” it says to me.

I’ve reached my peak, haven’t I? Is it time to die? Why would my self want to die at my peak? Because then I would be less than physically fit? Be less than my best? Better or worse is an immature and subjective judgement about myself. I think objectively, there is no right time to die, there is no peak of maturity. People are always growing and maturing, throughout life, up until the moment that they can go no further. Then it is time to agree to nature, then it is the right time to die. The times of our lives are a companion, not a hunter.

Do not go gentle into that good night

Dylan Thomas, 19141953

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.