Saw Invictus tonight. Truly inspiring, both Nelson Mandela himself and the fact that sports (here in the form of rugby) can unite a nation with such a history as South Africa. The poem Invictus by William Ernest Henley lingered like a subtle thread throughout the film:
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.
Feels like a good thing to share in this first post.
Djupt syrran, djupt....Puss
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