Invictus is the Latin word for unconquered. It is also the name of a poem written in 1875 and published in 1888 by William Ernest Henley. I have constantly found myself coming back to this poem for inspiration, and it has brought me light during my darkest hour.


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.


Polymath #Quote1


A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.

(Robert Anson Heinlein)


Randy Pausch Last Lecture: Achieving Your Childhood Dreams

This is the first video I will post here.
This lecture changed my life, and I know there are people out there who have no idea about this lecture (you know who you are).
Take a hour and 17 minutes off, watch it and reflect over it.

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