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.

Once, men turned their thinking over to machines in the hope that this would set them free. But that only permitted other men with machines to enslave them.