>Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. > >Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? > > W.B. Yeats, The Second Coming, 1919 The fact that you question your strength and resolve is encouraging. Those who believe unquestioningly in their own righteousness are of far greater concern. Will you or I have the required courage when it is needed, I don't know. Hold true to yourself and whatever happens you will be alright. I cannot imagine the anguish that people who sell out their deeply held beliefs must feel, I don't wish to find out.