Black.White.

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same.
You'll be a man , my son.


(As told to me by Rudyard Kipling , last sunday on the train back home. Just as sunlight was tearing through the grey heavy clouds. )