What if?

Back to the past, exploring common emotions and instictive primordial poetry about something which looks alive when it is dead and dead when it's alive. ‘If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgivivng minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!’ If - Kipling