I read a poem like this aloud on SSB each day at 6pm during my first solo crossing Perth to Cape Town in 1986. I heard from 3 people on average each day. After the first week, I had people across the globe checking on me when I was late by even 5 minutes. Before the internet & Iridium. Ninety-six sparrows later, waiting for the world to unphuq some before #97.

Invictus  BY W. HENLEY 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, nor how charged with punishments be the scroll, for I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul.

I read a poem like this aloud on SSB each day at 6pm during my first solo crossing Perth to Cape Town in 1986. I heard from 3 people on average each day. After the first week, I had people across the globe checking on me when I was late by even 5 minutes. Before the internet & Iridium. Ninety-six sparrows later, waiting for the world to unphuq some before #97.

Invictus  BY W. HENLEY 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, nor how charged with punishments be the scroll, forI am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul.