Ship on the Sea: There are rips in my sails, my hull is worn, and I'm being tossed around like a toy on the waves. But... My compass is true, I can see land, I've yet to take on water, and I know the storm is breaking up. –danaofthebells
"The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper "No..." Rorschach, The Watchmen.