am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul.
I wish I had words to describe the effect that this phrase (spoken by Nelson Mandela Invictus in the film, which is derived from a poem by WE Henley) has had on me. Since I know I'm a soul, it seems that such messages are scattered everywhere in my life, because I pick them up and takes confirmations, like crumbs on the path to the goal. The fact that even in the movies came from the general public ( The Men Who Stare at Goats is another recent example) makes me realize that humanity is indeed ready for a transformation, to take the next step. That a man locked in a cell for twenty-seven years can be "master of their fate" can only mean that the man knows that he is experiencing is nothing that his creation, the way he chose to travel that stretch of its existence, so it does not suffer but makes it worthwhile, do not blame others but that he takes responsibility, who calls himself "captain of his soul "can only mean that man and 'his soul, he is identified with it, and as blood, pure spirit, is not affected by what is happening in the field, and thus remains INVICTUS, never won. What then, once back (physically) and free elected president, not only is devoted to the persecution of their oppressors, but rather work to make their friends and brethren, thus realizing the dream of a civilization of peace, makes this' man un illuminato, ci dice quanto vicina questa anima sia al ricongiungimento con la divinità. Esempi come questo mi fanno tremare di bellezza e gratitudine.
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 punishments the scroll
I am the master of my fairies
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
INVICTUS (translation)
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the
Pit goes from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may
to be the indomitable my soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud anxiety.
Under the blows of the ax
fate of my head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the horror of
shadows 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
life.
am the master of my fate.
am the captain of my soul.
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