Give me a lever long enough and a fulcrum on which to place it,
And I shall, move the world.
Watch me travel over unstepped rocky paths,
While my heels leave their eternal dent behind.
Behold me! as I roar from highest mountain peaks,
Feel my voice thrill your heart, far beyond, of what anyone speaks.
I never walk my paths alone,
For, on great shoulders I sit.
So, I’ll never forget to shine,
Upon those who brought me home.
No matter how great the path you seek,
No matter how hard the rocks you face.
No matter the mountain at your knee,
No matter all those who envy.
Know your Enemies and your friends.
Know your Levers and your Losers.
Find yourself a firm ground,
To rest the fulcrum upon.
Place your Lever, on top of all.
And you’ll move the world around.
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