"The mystery of human existence lies not in just staying alive, but in finding something to live for."
William Ernest Henley (1849- 1903)
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…