[wheeee]

i ponned.

time to get priorities straight.

had a morbid breakfast today. the newspaper that was laid out to prevent the table from being dirtied was this article about this father who wrote a book about his son who lived his life with courage in the face of a terminal cancer.

and remembering morbid, yesterday before tutorial. saw a "tray" coming out of a ward, properly containing a deceased person inside.

finding new strength thru a poem.

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 punishment the scroll
I am the Master of my fate
I am the Captain of my soul.

-- William Earnest Henley