( not my own writing but definitely worth mentioning, what an inspiration, tremendous belief in Man's own capacity to take His own destiny in his own hands. I am actually typing out the the text.No Ctrl+C & Ctrl+V)
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever Gods may be,
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance,
I have not winced nor cried aloud,
Under the bludgeonings of chance,
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears,
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of years,
Finds, and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with punishment the scroll,
I am the of master my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
------------------------- William Ernest Henely (1849-1903)
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