John William Benjamin Pate

Today is Today is Prickle-Prickle, the 58th day of Confusion in the YOLD 3190


The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven. What matter where, if I be still the same, and what I should be, all but less than he whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least we shall be free; the almighty hath not built here for his envy, will not drive us hence; here we may reign secure, and, in my choice, to reign is worth ambition, though in Hell: better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven.

Milton's Paradise Lost, I, 254-263

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.

by William Ernest Henley.

John William Benjamin Pate

Johnny says: I'd rather be in Vegas 

The laws of God, the laws of man,
He may keep that will and can;
Not I: let God and man decree
Laws for themselves and not for me;
And if my ways are not as theirs
Let them mind their own affairs.
Their deeds I judge and much condemn,
Yet when did I make laws for them?
Please yourselves, say I, and they
Need only look the other way.

A.E. Housman, Last Poems, XII
[IMG] never give in.

[IMG] Radiation damage!