Hold your head up high

You are born for a reason.

Stand up boy! The death of those before you, by tragic necessity, has thrust upon you the fiery torch. Summon those demons from the black abyss of human courage inside you, summon the will that you shall not be left down below. Know this: history will belong to you. Make them write about you. Make his children look longingly at you, wishing they were yours instead.

Stand up boy! You're alone here - no woman, no gold, no cloud will go to battle with you. You're no son's father, no lover's support, no king's pawn. Unfettered, undiscovered and untouched - you alone carry the fire on which the pinnacle of future human endeavor depends.

Stand up boy! For you are the prince. Greatness awaits you. Dispel those repugnant notions of mediocrity that pragmatism demands, and rip apart the gossamer black-iron moral links that tie you down. Stand atop the mountain with your arms spread out, arch your back, fill your lungs with bitter cold air, and scream out to the world that you have arrived.

Stand up boy! Hold your head up high.
The World is yours to conquer.