This Time With Feeling

For me and for you.

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank what ever 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.

William Ernest Henley


Next Tuesday will mark the second undertaking of me becoming a stand up comic. I intend to show the power of human will. Please bear witness to all that unfolds.

This time for the right reasons.

"Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly."

Franz Kafka