When my daughter was born, I wrote these lines over her bed, in addition to the 23rd Psalm.

Serve to rise. 

Rise to serve.

We reject the abhorrent, uncontemplative forms of Christiantity and other ideology that teach being a doormat is somehow holy or desirable. 

We reject the unbridled pursuit of wealth, power, and status devoid of self-reflection and proper purpose.

Our immigrant songs endure and resonate because they were written and sung in struggle and pain.

In the Dark Knight Rises, a bartered but not beaten Bruce Wayne climbs out of a seemingly unscalable pit. After failing on multiple attempts, he does so after forsaking any sort of safety harness.

A telling lesson.