March 4, 2019
I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley

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 b...