“Out of the night that covers me, black as the pit from pole to pole, I thanks 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 fate, my head is bloody​ but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and…

“Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while, a great wind carries me across the sky.” – Ojibwe Saying