Dear Elon - hold the course - ignore the hate - lead us onward.

[calisnow]

Dear Elon,

Today is a hard day. We are all saddened by the tragic death of Joshua Brown.

You represent to many of us a heroic ideal - a man who by sheer force of will is changing life for the better for millions of people - changing the course of entire industries while improving the daily lives of consumers like me and doing something good for the planet at the same time.

You dedicate your life to this task, you sacrifice your relationships, your time, your body's health in your uncompromising focus on making your dreams a reality. You've put your own personal fortune on the line more than once - a move that many of us with means secretly admire while knowing that we would not be strong or brave enough to have made such risky moves in your shoes.

In an era of a United States beaten down in so many ways you represent a return to optimism, to hope that a better future is possible. You embody a one man revival of a forgotten American ideal, an American dream - that people can come to this country and succeed on the highest level if they have the dream, the drive and ability to execute. You are willing to dream dreams bigger than most of us would ever dare to entertain - and the almost superhuman ability to execute on those dreams in the face of unending opposition and hate.

There are not many things which get me choked up, but reading the endless parade of shallow, poorly thought out, negative articles about Tesla over the last couple years makes me cringe.

You've never seemed like a man who needs the support of those around you - you have an internal fire, drive and ability to tolerate pain which I would pay millions of dollars to possess in my own character.

Please don't falter, don't hesitate. Don't lose a step. Don't let off the gas at SpaceX or Tesla. Don't listen to the doubters - lead us on and continue to be an inspiration to America and the rest of the world.

Thanks for giving me Autopilot. Thanks for building solar panel factories. Thanks for landing rockets in the ocean. And thanks for inspiring a generation of dreamers yet to be born who will read about you in their history books.

Never give up!

 

[calisnow]

"I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy'd
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when
Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea: I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honour'd of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethro'
Gleams that untravell'd world whose margin fades
For ever and forever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! ...

...but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this gray spirit yearning in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
...
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and fought with me—
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads
...Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'T is not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho'
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield."

-Tennyson

 

[xav-]

Never give up.. And please bring AP 20 ASAP

 

[calisnow]

"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage 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.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."

- Dylan Thomas

 

[littlecloudy]

"never give in, never give in, never, never, never, never - in nothing, great or small, large or petty—never give in except to convictions of honor and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy".

-Winston Churchill