Jim nods thoughtfully as Rhade re-settles his arm wrap. "Homo sapiens invictus," he echoes. His expression softens, a faint smile curving his lips. "I'm reminded of something," he says, and then he recites:
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.
"I was reminded of that recently, by a friend," he goes on. "Invictus. Great poem. Also, it means 'unconquerable', if I'm remembering my lessons right."
He leans against the bar, curiosity fully engaged. "I can't imagine 'Nietzschean' was chosen without some thought as to the meaning. Are you and others like you the supermen? The superior men and women, striving for power and authority, not afraid of risk? ...If I remember that right, too."
And there's no judgment in his questions, no implication that he finds those ideas wrong or unworthy. They're merely different, and he merely wants to understand.
no subject
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.
"I was reminded of that recently, by a friend," he goes on. "Invictus. Great poem. Also, it means 'unconquerable', if I'm remembering my lessons right."
He leans against the bar, curiosity fully engaged. "I can't imagine 'Nietzschean' was chosen without some thought as to the meaning. Are you and others like you the supermen? The superior men and women, striving for power and authority, not afraid of risk? ...If I remember that right, too."
And there's no judgment in his questions, no implication that he finds those ideas wrong or unworthy. They're merely different, and he merely wants to understand.