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[helbling]

"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."

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[xanthipe]

Perhaps it's time to see things in a different way?

"I discovered once more at Tipasa that one must keep intact in oneself a freshness, a cool wellspring of joy, love the day that escapes injustice and return to combat having won that light. Here I recaptured the old beauty, a young sky, and I measured my luck - realising at last that in the worst years of our madness the memory of that sky never had left me.

This was what in the end had kept me from despairing. There the world began over again every day in an ever new light.

O light! This is the cry of all the characters of ancient drama brought face to face with their fate. This last resort was ours, too, and I knew it now. In the middle of winter I at last discovered that there was in me an invincible summer.

And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back."

- Albert Camus, Return to Tipasa

[helbling.livejournal.com]

Lol, I confess this was sort of for Prospera, but I shall digest with interest for myself.

[xanthipe]

This explains why it felt at odds with the previous post :P