I made a new friend on Sunday. This friend has a name from the Bible. That book is referenced everywhere. If nothing else, it is a literary gem.
This friend told me to go home and look up a poem by William Ernest Henley. Heeding to the request, I read the following,
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 bludgeoning 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 the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
I think this will be worth seeing.