From a Russian Proverb Rage all you want. It won’t do any good. We are born in an open meadow but we die in a dark wood.   You can trace the trouble back to motherhood, the milk that fed you all those years ago. Rage all you want. It won’t do any good.   The child you were then, so misunderstood, who hid in leaves heaped in a private burrow, felt certain we will die in a dark wood.   The father who would not be Robin Hood, who wouldn’t steal, but only borrow, raged all he wanted. It…