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Edited on Sun Dec-13-09 09:06 AM by Fly by night
Preface: Everyone here should go see "Invictus", Clint Eastwood's new film about the first days of the Democratic Republic of South Africa, about rugby and about the power of a single poem that helped Mandela survive (and learn powerful and persuasive messages) from his 27 year imprisonment.
This poem is now on my refrigerator door, right next to the Hopi Elders prayer, the proper source for "we are the ones we have been waiting for."
Have a good Sunday, all y'all. Might just be a good day to go see an inspiring movie. As for me, the wooly worms here in my hollow are all solid black, so I need to keep adding to my woodpile -- it's going to be a cold winter and I'll need the heat.
Now that I am, once again, the master of my fate.
FBN ------
Invictus
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 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.
William Ernest Henley (1849-1902)
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