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.
...in spite of Cyber Monday/Cyber Week...mixed feeling about Mr. Henley's poem...rousing prose in some ways, incredibly delusional in others. The last couplet, especially, brands him as a fool.
Nevertheless, it has become over time the standard to which people repair when facing a challenge that promises to stretch and batter them. And while the above may be hyperbole when applied to the challenges of Cyber Monday/Cyber Week - let's face it, none of us were living in a foxhole, surrounded by enemies trying to kill us - still it rings true on some level for the chaos we've endured here at work...and all because we worship at the altar of consumerism. May God in heaven have mercy on our souls.
|An alternate viewpoint on the Captain of our souls...|
Spent time this past weekend finishing up Christmas decorating, republishing my books on Amazon...added an afterword to the text...and then browsed a favorite antique shop with an art deco / mid century modern emphasis.
Found this gem in pristine condition from the 1940's...an art deco Mico Smoking Stand:
|A Smoking Stand|
|...with two ashtrays, a Mico lighter, and a cigarette box...|
|...the Mico lighter works...|
|...and it has a lighted base...very elegant...|