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.
William Ernest Henley. 1849–1903
I was born and raised in Mobile, Alabama and am now living in Kansas City, Missouri. Been here for about ten years now. I'm a programmer, an engineer, and all around computer security guy. Rumor has it, if you put my user name with a ".com" at the end of it, you will end up at my web site.
Why are you here?
It seemed like a good idea at the time.
The religion you left
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