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Tuesday, July 27, 2010

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.

Invictus- William Ernest Henley

This poem works wonders for the people who are feeling down in our world. It brings them confidence and courage to do what's necessary. Henley gives a dark view of our world with this poem. The view is quite correct, unfortunately, because we truly are living through pain and suffering and death. But this poem gives us much hope because it reminds us of something, that we all have something inside us that nothing (pain, suffering, or even death) can conquer. Our soul is what keeps us anchored to this world, it is the solid, everlasting thing inside of us. And if we remember that, we can do pretty much anything. What the poem also tells us is that no matter who we have to go through, whatever trials we have to survive, nothing and no one can stop us. Because we are the masters of our fate,
We are the captains of our soul.
And I am your young philosopher bringing you a good view of this poem and reminding you that you are who you are and no one can change that.

Your friend, classmate, comrade, or whatever else you wish to call me (within reason now),

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