Brave Lines

the brave lines
of W. E. Henley, the blind English poet:

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

"to each according
to his need," and that it resolves accordingly

that the commodities
which people require for a decent standard of

life shall be supplied
to them as a matter of course?