Alfred Lord Tennyson always had a few things to say about the nature of life. In his poem entitled "Ulysses," he says this:
Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death closes all: but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods...
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
In a day and age when men's hearts fail them, it is good to know that there are still a few of us willing to stand up to the great evils that now plague the world. Demagogues have been handed all power from the people of the United States. Corrupt and lying politicians flaunt the law and dare others to enforce it. A fallen and degenerate people now worship at the altar of selfishness.
We strive. We seek. We find. And we do not yield.